AUSTRALIAN DEVELOPMENTS






Christmas in the Southern Hemisphere has its anomalies, probably the major one being the insistence on

a

hot roast

turkey

dinner

for the big day

despite the temperature p

She popped
the electronic room key in the door slot; a green light in the door
lock flashed. A quick turn of the door handle and she was in to room
704 of the Bondi Continental Hotel.
She stowed
her wheeled suitcase by the doorway and took a quick scan round. Her
initial impressions were good; her job had made her into an
experienced traveller and as a result she knew that if you expected
to get a small hotel room, you normally weren't disappointed. This
one, however, was a good size; two kin

Once
again, the ball looped slowly, almost lazily towards the batsman, who
dismissively whacked it back over the bowler's head and over the
boundary ropes for six, to applause from the crowd. The umpire
signalled yet another six by lifting both arms above his head.
"Useless
Pommy bastards!" somebody shouted above the buzz of the crowd.
But it was a good natured heckle - and, in truth, an accurate one.
The visitors really weren't much use at cricket.
"Yer've
got me in two mi

Reflections
in Chicago
By
the usual level of accommodation offered by city centre hotels, the
room was luxuriously appointed and very spacious, but then it was
situated inside one of Chicago's top locations. Opened only last
year, the new hotel's boutique feel was already earning it a host of
accolades. If you (or whoever was paying your bill) could afford the
tariff, it was fast becoming the new place to stay. In the achingly
trendy bedrooms, the very latest in digital technology controlled
ju

The
two young men quickly caught sight of the girls advancing on them,
Mona in the lead, Sahiba prowling behind. Mona was looking right at
the two men, grinning broadly, but they both seemed frozen by her
gaze, focussing on their approaching nemesis. They picked out that
both women were around medium height - Sahiba a little slimmer and
more slightly built, and very distinctive with her shoulder length
dark brown hair.
Mona,
who didn't believe in formalities, got straight down to business.
&

"Okay,
well, that's you done then, Sahiba, thanks very much" said
Debra, the efficient young Canadian doctor who had checked over the
Turkish vore champion. She unstrapped the blood pressure monitor
from her arm and scanned down a clipboard of notes before flicking
her eyes back to her patient who was reclining on one of the
treatment couches.
It
only took a moment for Debra to made her mind up about how Sahiba's
body was reacting to its intake of small people. "So, ummm ...
you

Reflections
in Chicago
By
the usual level of accommodation offered by city centre hotels, the
room was luxuriously appointed and very spacious, but then it was
situated inside one of Chicago's top locations. Opened only last
year, the new hotel's boutique feel was already earning it a host of
accolades. If you (or whoever was paying your bill) could afford the
tariff, it was fast becoming the new place to stay. In the achingly
trendy bedrooms, the very latest in digital technology controlle

Suddenly the ladies were called forward into the main auditorium, to be announced in turn by Francine Wildergrass.


"Our first contestant" she intoned dramatically "all the way from Kalukijan, replacing Mokiya who unfortunately got took sick at the last moment ... please put your hands together and give a proper IVC welcome to ... Oksana Belach!"


Oksana walked over to the first lectern, smiling and waving to the audience, to be followed by Gabrielle Paramo. The popula

The Chicago IVC : Part 1


She wasn't ready to swallow him just yet. No, man, she liked to tease first. And, as a professional entertainer, putting on a show was all part of her job.


Expertly, she worked his slippery body over towards her right cheek and held him there with her tongue, against her molars, before clamping her jaws shut, her lips pursed tightly together. Then she put her hands on her hips, lifted her chin and gulped hard. Her throat twitched up and down as she swallowed.

HILTON FURLBERGER: Ok, shall we get my next guest out in the studio? It's only one of little old England's upcoming stars. She's really made a mark for herself back home, my Brit friends say you can't escape her. Established already on reality TV, three autobiographies, her own perfume brand, a first novel and now a growing career in films, she's now establishing herself stateside. And with a unique twist this upcoming weekend which is going to rock all you guys, here she is … it's Ba

THE COUP IS OVER



She was young, yes. But even given her lack of field experience, she still might be the one for the assignment.


Her record was outstanding for an agent not long out of training college, he noted. Still not quite 20, Cadet First Class Belach had graduated top of her year. Brilliant exam and modular results, with particular strengths in political theory, unarmed combat and industrial espionage. In fact, only in a few subjects had she not been the best student out of

Vore competition “to be best yet” insist promoters


The hype is getting to fever pitch. But in two weeks' time, the talk will have to stop. And the proof of the pudding will be in the eating - as they say.


Yes, the 2020 International Vore Competition hits Chicago January 28th, surrounded by more than its usual share of controversy and exposure. You'd have to be living at the South Pole not to have heard at least some of the furore.


This year, the organisers have been s

“Service!”


The harassed head chef stood at the pass, both hands on his hips, struggling to make himself heard amongst the general conversational buzz of the restaurant. “I said service!” He glared around him. “Two Caesar salads, one prawn salad, one ravioli, table 12. For Christ's sake, what are you lot doing?”


A waitress sauntered up to the pass with a couple of empty plates. She wasn't responding to Chef specifically, it was just that she was in the

11.30pm Friday 18 October 2016. Somewhere in South London


He sat down in front of the computer and accessed his favourite search engine. He took a deep breath and - as he'd been told - typed in “Vore Restaurant”. He waited for a response, noticing he felt warm and his hands were shaking slightly.


The screen changed to a list of addresses Gant knew well: all the familiar message boards and sites. He clicked page 2. The same stuff - except that towards the foot of the page

He stared at the charts and analysis documents. There was no doubt about it. The business was losing money at an alarming rate. If things carried on like that, he would have to shut the entire operation down. He would have to start making people redundant at the office - maybe starting as early as Monday. Sighing, he pushed the chair back and stood at the window, staring out at his garden. What a total mess.


A sudden “beep, beep” shook Nicolas out of his thoughts and he tur

----- Original Message -----

From: “Nicolas”

Sent: Tuesday, September 12, 2006 21:01 PM

Subject: Hi


Hi Cherry, I hope you don't mind me sending you a PM like this. I am just such a big admirer of yours after your victory in the international vore competition. I really wish I had been one of your volunteers that day, but I'd only just joined this board and just wasn't ready to be vored then. That's all changed now and reading your messages on the Vore Forum you seem a real

With thanks and acknowledgements to French_snack for allowing me to use his brilliant creation, vore girl Cherry, here is a cutting from a magazine interview with her ... All feedback gratefully received CHERRY SPEAKS OUT “Look, I think most people are good at something and it just happens this is what I'm good at, ok?” Her eyes flash a warning message at me; I've clearly touched a nerve here but to be fair this is the first faintly irritated word I've had from this delightful French