Chelsea is Hungry

(Preview)





Chelsea exhaled a thick plume of blue-raspberry vapor, watching the synthetic cloud hit the popcorn ceiling of her dorm room and flatten into a hazy, dissipating ghost. The air was stagnant, heavy with the smell of cheap laundry detergent and the lingering ghost of microwave popcorn from the night before. Outside her narrow window, the campus was lock

Laserdream's New Corset
 
Tags: Parahumans, Taylor Hebert, Crystal "Laserdream" Pelham, Sabah, Outdoors, College, High School, Fingering, Seduction, Toys, Superhero, Impaling, Skinning, implied cooking, fatal, exhibitionism, Complete
 
Taylor walks back across a college courtyard after learning some surprising news about her mother. Crystal Pelham, the secret identity-less superhero Laserdream catches her and Asks her if she can turn her into a girl-leather Corset. Taylor d

Jayna's sneakers slapped against the concrete pathway as she sprinted across the campus, her backpack bouncing against her shoulders with each hurried step. Fifteen minutes late. Coach Martinez was laid back, but you never know.The sun beat down on her hair as she weaved between clusters of students lounging on the quad. Her crop top clung to her skin, damp with sweat from the sprint, and her leggings were chafing around her thighs."Shit, shit, shit," she muttered under her breath, rounding the

The bedroom mirror reflected a version of Gwen that felt foreign to her. She tugged at the hem of her black blouse, frowning at the way it clung to her frame. It wasn't uncomfortable exactly, but it wasn't her either. She'd bought it freshman year for a presentation she'd barely passed in a public speaking course she took as a gen ed and hadn't touched it since. Until today, it had stayed buried beneath oversized black hoodies, faded band shirts, and all the other clothes that she actually wore.

Spitballby Scratch T.L.  The class hadn’t even started, and they were already going at it. Marcy threw the first barb. “Yo, llama with the afro, down in front.” The response from the fluffy alpaca sitting in front of her was as always predictable, as the girl spun around with a glare. “For the last time, I am not some dumb overgrown llama, I am an alpaca.” Marcy, being a llama herself, took the insult with a smile, feeling a rise. “How am I supposed to tel

The lecture hall hummed with the quiet sounds of keyboards, rustling notebooks, and the professor's steady, practiced voice. A slideshow of film stills flickered across the projector screen as she lectured on the historical portrayal of cannibalism in cinema. Few students seemed particularly invested in the topic, due to it being a gen-ed for nearly everybody in the room."As state run commercial processing became more normalized in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, filmmakers grad