Cumforting Places
“Gah!”
Rapid, panicked breaths filled the dark room. Blue eyes stared straight ahead in pure, unadulterated terror.
Lily’s hands gripped the bedsheets, so hard the thought they might rip passed through the back of her mind. A gurgle sounded through the room and she nearly screamed, launching back and smashing her head against the hard wall, staring in horror at the taught, full belly sprouting from her abdomen.
Blood. Bones. Vomit. Pain. Cold.
Shifting drew Li

Heavy
hoofsteps thudded against the porch outside the front door before a
jingle of keys turned the lock. Swinging open a snow white equine
with red and purple hair wearing dirty blue jeans down to her knees
and red flannel shirt over a white undershirt ducked under the door
frame, stepping inside and closing the door. She drops her bag to the
floor with a sigh, sweat stains peeking from under her arms through
her shirt along with a massive bulge at her crotch that was well on
its way to soaking

Readers Digest Young Men



Just a straightforward one shot vore story. No destruction or carnage or gore or anything overtly sexual for once (Super hard doing that btw). Written from the perspective of one giant foodie as a reference for others. May you learn from my foibles and share my triumphs. All parties present 18+



Just a straightforward one shot vore story. No destruction or ca

It was a slow
night so far at the inn. Only a few people sat by the fire, drinking
and eating while they warmed up from the skyrim frost. The owner, a
very portly argonian lady, was behind the counter cleaning mugs. She
had long straight horns and deep blue scales, and was very chubby all
over. Her fat gut rested in confining, yet extravagant clothes, it
jiggled every so often when she moved a bit too fast, but remaining
round and pliant to the touch, sticking out like a round beach ball
despite

    

John awoke one Saturday morning and walked downstairs in only a clean pair of underwear as this level of attire was practically an unspoken rule at this point, not that he could complain. Less clothes to get in the way. As ever Sindiya was downstairs, putting together a wonderful breakfast. John wasn't that interested in the food though. The last time they had sex was a quickie before school on Thursday and John was starting to get antsy.

Mother's
Cream Dream
by
Ryan Drakel
Contains:
Futa, Female, Male, H/F, Cock vore, Incest, Son/Mother,
Daughter/Mother, Incest sex, Incest vore, Underage sex, Underage
vore, suggested M/F vore
The
day was just beginning, the sun rising from the horizon as its light
slowly spread over the sleepy city as many people were waking up to
begin their normal routine of the day.
However...
down at a humble 2 story house, the story within was quite
different...
Inside
the house was a pair of two girls,

Chapter 14






    
It was the stench that woke her. The awful, horrible stench of bile, decay, and death. Demi struggled to regain her senses and, in addition to the smell, she could tell she was in a hot and impossibly humid place that made it difficult to breath. She slowly opened her eyes, though there wasn’t much to see. The large chamber she was in was

"Hm?"
 
Victoria Grayson looks at her laptop and notices a notification, somebody requesting her services. She garners a look at the request, seeing the many kinky things they want. These fetishes the requester sent causes her to blush slightly, having never heard of or done these things as she reads them aloud.
 
"Missionary...69...doggy-style...standing sex...trunk job...recieving rimjob...facesitting...farting...oral sex...anal sex...bellybutton sex?! I never though

Breakfast
is Served
It was a
gentle morning in the kingdom. Everyone was getting ready for the day
from the dragoness queen, whom today was planning to relax. Down to
the lowliest of slaves just rising for their daily assignment, the
slave barracks’ started to awaken as the sun was rising over its
crest. One in particular, marked for housing slaves under 18, held a
15 year old boy who was just getting ready for whatever work was in
store for him. His tiny dormitory held a raised platform of a

SERVE
YOUR QUEEN
There was a
great ruckus as the door to this young boy’s slave dormitory
opened. All the other exclusively young male slaves were asleep or
barely awake at this point. Light had not come through the few
windows in the dormitory, so it could not have been time to work, but
still there was something going on. He laid in his bed and listened
as whatever was happening slowly progressed up to him. The heavy
footfalls stopped at his door and there was several loud knocks that
made h

Jazmyn
scaled the smooth stone wall, pulling herself up by the rope she
hooked to the open window above. She knew about the Palace of
Time—she'd learned about it in a book, and even seen sketches—but
never expected it to be so huge. Climbing up to the nearest window
was akin to scaling an entire mountain, and it made her think of
fairy tales about children invading the homes of giants. Still, she
climbed until she was able to crawl up into the large arched window
of the palace.
This
is it. I

Linklepot needed some time alone. The young little neko boy often found a good time of the day to just relax and calm his senses. He was a jittery boy, and needed some good time per day to rest. His favorite place to rest was the nearby park, one that was well kept. Many families loved to spend time here, bringing their kids over for some fun in the sun.

There was a nice secluded spot underneath a tall sycamore tree that the young boy often laid under. It was well of

Connie’s “Snuggle” Time



Connie and Steven were in Steven’s bed, having their daily cuddle session. They loved getting all snuggled and bundled together, Connie especially, who couldn’t keep her hands off of her chubby boyfriend. She planted kisses all over his bare chest, even running her warm pink tongue up his bouncy belly. “That tickles Connie!” giggled Steven, as he was extremely ti