Sakura
leaned over her daughter, looking at Sarada with lascivious eyes. The
girl shivered in her mother’s arms, looking up at the glazing brush
and the butcher’s knife. Her skin was glossy with a preliminary
basting. Sarada eyed her mother in that naked apron, seeing the hint
of Sakura’s modest cleavage down the front of the garment. Sarada
felt the cool air against her bare skin, and she was aware of Boruto
watching, seated on a stool with Sumire kneeling between his legs,
holding him in

"YAAAAAAAAWN" It was another new day in my house, and what a day it would be, a day i wasn't looking forward to, because as it turned out, yesterday, somemilf who was looking for a babysitter, of all the people she asked, she just had to ask me to go take care of her annoying little girl who does nothing but chat you're ears off, and is very noisy while her mother is out screwing other men, pssh, hope she and them men get the clap for all i cared, the only reason i'm looking over her d

“Emi, are you crazy?” Patricia cried, her palms against her temples. “What are we doing here? This is insane!”
“You’re talkative all of a sudden.” Emi snickered and rang the doorbell, causing Patricia’s eyes to widen even further.
“Oh my God, Emi, she’s not an arrogant teenager you can con into letting her swallow you! This is a full grown god damn woman! She’s probably got a couple of prey under her belt too, so—” The

“Mom, I said I would let my friend have me for dinner, but since her kids are home, can she eat here?” A young girl, in her late years of High School, asked her mother.


“Of course. Although, if they have kids… who is this friend of yours?” Her mother asked.


“Hrm? Oh, you've met her before, you liked her. Said she was very responsible.” The girls said, walking off with her phone

Roaming around a wastlandic bordertown, Garcia Guevara and her two children soon to be three were hard-pressed to find a coyote to bring them over into America so that she could support them with a better life. She had come all the way from Argentina, travelling as much as she could day and night for a moment when her children were not always hungry, and they could be free from the terrorism showed by the U.S. forces burning down houses, beating up the men, and raping the women. She only wished

[note: This is not canon to any of my stories.]



[note #2: read the description if you just want to see the alternate ending. I know it’s a long read]




It was late at night at the Harper's residence. All the lights were out, the windows shut, and Trish was asleep in her bed while Jack lied next to her, his active mind unable to keep himself focused on getting som

[This story is not canon to any of my other stories]




It was late at night at the Harper's residence. All the lights were out, the windows shut, and Trish was asleep in her bed while Jack lied next to her, his active mind unable to keep himself focused on getting some much needed rest. The door's lock soon clicked, though, and Barbara entered the house. Trish had trusted her with a key, so it wasn't breaking and entering, but

Claire ran with an important mission ahead of her. Was it to save the city? The world? No, she just needed a bathroom very, very badly and the ones inside her workplace on all floors were busted.



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A wet fart slips out of her jiggling cheeks and she soon spots the ba

“Baby Girl! I'm home! Where are you sugar?” The Giantess, Cynthia, walked into her home with a big smile on her face. She had a hand on her stomach, feeling as those inside her womb rejoiced and were merry inside of her. She loved to make people happy with her body, to have them be inside her, to own them.
 
 
“Hi, Mommy! Did you bring me more toys from work!?” A girl, eleven years old, ran from around the corner, wearing only a shirt and underwear. Inside of her panties, a

It was a cold autumn morning as a redheaded teenage girl struggled with her fishing line, dressed in a pair of cargo pants and a thick black and orange jacket. The girl, named Trinity, grunted as she reeled in her fishing line from the dock, which was more a length of cable than anything. She and her mother, Skye, had gone fishing with her friends and it appeared that she had caught something massive. “Woah! Hold on tight, Mom! We caught a whopper!”, Trinity laughed, despite Skye not bein

Rudy’s stomach growled

loudly when he woke up and he scampered out of the bed to brush his teeth

in his red shirt

and white socks

.

Finished with the task

, the small boy heads to the kitchen and smells something burnt. Entering the kitchen

, he sees his sist

Yet another day dawned on the school of Goodman High today as the kindergarten class was busy with their routine of taking attendance. The teacher Mrs. Jane was new to the school, fresh out of college. Mrs. Jane was in charge of the human class of kids, as they were too small to be with the more diverse non-human youngsters. She herself was not human, not completely. She had the upper body of a human, but the lower body of a snake, making her a Lamia.

[Note: This story takes place after a "normal" ending, just before the player would help Alphys and Undyne with their relationship.]
 
 
Several months had passed since the young human had fallen down the hole of Mt. Ebott and Flowey had killed Asgore. Toriel came out of hiding and had ruled over the monsters of the Underground in his place, and things were slowly improving for the most part. There was still the issue of overcrowding, but the re-opening of the ruins had s