Vacation. The best part of the year. Although, I didn't go anywhere; I stayed at home in England with my girlfriend, Emily. So long as I had her that was all I cared about. I leaned back on the couch I was sitting on with my arms resting on the back, watching television when Emily walked over and handed me an iced coffee. I grabbed it, looked at her, smiled, and thanked her. I stirred the contents within with a straw and felt relieved at the cold, sweet taste on a hot summer day upon taking a si

Sereena's tail lashed to and fro behind her as she waited for her friend. A distant rumble made the mouse-girl glance up at the darkening, clouded sky again, running a hand through her short, brown hair with a frustrated huff. It looked like it might storm-and Mimin still wasn't here yet! And it would wait to rain until after she'd done all the day's work, wouldn't it? She leaned her back against the fence post on the edge of town, arms crossed-before perking her murine ears up as she spotted so

    
Lights went up as
Tachuvas stepped out in front of the cameras. “Welcome” She said with a smile and a bow,

her tail

rising with her as the wide rubbery bulb on the end bounced lightly. “Today we’re going to show you how to use the newest in taffy making technology, with me to host” She said, poking a finger into her cheek to try and look cute

Daphne & The Zielinski Sisters
By TwrchTwryth
[Universe HS-07-23-D-7783778921Δ-7]
The picture fades in to a familiar, beautiful face. Angular cheekbones, jaw line, chin, and nose, two soft pink lips and glowing hazel eyes, all framed by distinctive, iridescent purple hair. This is Daphne, the easily recognizable host. She grins broadly and raises her eyebrows suggestively.
The camera eye backs up a little bit and reveals two more faces, one standing on either side of Daphne, the host&rsqu

A
young woman steps into a small, neatly decorated interview room. Two
other women are behind the desk, which aside from three chairs, is
the only bit of furniture in the room.
"Hello.
Applicant 2212. Manuella. Have you been informed the reason you were
asked here?" asked the first interviewer.
"Um...
no. Not really."
"We
here in the Marloweny Gallery pride ourselves in our fairly
comprehensive collection of vore types. We've got oral vore,
unbirthing, anal vore..."

Once
again, a pair of strikingly beautiful interviewers sat behind a desk,
staring across it at a very
thin woman with her hands folded politely in her lap.
“Hello,
ma’am,” said the second interviewer. “I understand you’ve got
a unique vore-type for us today?”
“Um…
Well… I don’t know if it counts as vore…”
the Applicant said.
“We
take a very loose interpretation of the word around here,” the
first interviewer said. “Do you have a talent you’d like to show
us?”
�

Annette,
a bright and attractive young woman between the spring and summer
semesters at the local university, was wiling the way the afternoon
visiting with her old friend Bea. They were both quite attractive,
though while Annette had gone the academic route, Bea had chosen to
follow in the family business. Despite this, they tried to remain in
touch, and when it came down between Annette heading back home to
stay with her parents during the hiatus or sticking around in town,
she decided spendin

Backdoor Exploration
By TwrchTwryth
<A few years ago…>
“Mmmmm…” Monica Montserrat murmured as their lips finally parted. “What are you going to do with me today?”
Shanna Tartt grinned down at Monica, excited and licentious, and Monica shivered with anticipation. The last time she had seen that look form the dark, bald woman, she had ended up needing to wear turtlenecks for a muggy week in July to cover the marks left on her arms and throat by the rop

The show was nearing its climax. Pop idol Q-Teez was bouncing around stage to the tune of her latest single, a lithe, energetic performance on par with her backup dancers even while her sugar-sweet voice belted out the usual nonsense lyrics. Finally, the last chord struck and she held a pose as the music transitioned to another song, just a steady buildup. The crowd collectively gasped and cheered as they realized what it was.
 
"THAT'S RIGHT, HONEYS! IT'S TIME FOR A VERY SPECIAL

Denise had one goal today: Take a ride aboard the Chrystal Express.




She didn’t particularly need to go anywhere on it, in fact it was well out of her way. But you didn’t ride the Chrystal express for the transportation aspect really, you rode it for the exotic nature of riding one of the top 100 largest giantesses in the world, and certainly one of the most modded ones. Denise knew some of the stats, it was pretty co