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London, 1 May 2028

At this time of spring, the evening sky was still bright and warm. There was barely a lazy cloud to trouble its pale bright blue. Down in the streets of one of the busiest capital cities in the world, though, the young Jamaican woman hesitated amidst the bustle of the evening crowd. People of all social classes, all colours, all types of dress flowed like mingled streams around her, heading ho

Calgary, Alberta, Canada, 16 April 2028

Her blades, responding to the swift movements of her body, performed a controlled skid across the ice, their sound mingling with the whoosh of her racket and the sharp, echoing

as she slammed it up into the shuttlecock. The feathered cork hurtled back throug

Milan, Italy, 18 February 2026

This was it. The moment she had been training so hard for, over these past four years. She could feel her heart thumping hard inside her chest, her breath coming in and out slowly in the cold air, which stung the tip of her cold nose. The murmur of the crowd, the shrill whine of a loudspeaker on standby. The sound of the other girls around her steadying their breath too.

Jossie strode into the house, with one arm around Ryan and the other round Julia, all but sweeping them along with her as they hurried to match her pace. The tiles of the hallway felt cool under her bare feet, but the warmth of her still full-sized prey seeped pleasantly into her as she held them close. Her white dress rustled into an enjoyably sensuous caress against her legs as she walked.

“Hey, Lindsay!” she calle

“Hi, girls!”

Lykke and Teagan had moved away from the buffet table after having attracted that unwanted attention, and had returned to sitting on the patio’s edge – side by side, their thighs touching each other’s through the fabric of their dress, and with a plate of dinner each on their lap. Their plate loaded with savoury little tarts and pasties, potato wedges, a few more oysters and shrinkies,

Josephine Courtemanche slowed her step, and raised her left hand palm-downward over her sky-blue eyes, against the glare of the sun. She was wearing her stylish pink-tinged dark sunglasses, but the afternoon sun was right in her eyes. It shone down brightly from a cloudless blue sky.

She was not in Los Angeles proper, here, and she had got the taxi to drop her off at the far end of Sunset Boulevard, where the low density, hyper-

Cherry Jouanic

nationality: French

age: 38

d.o.b. / p.o.b.: 14/11/1989, Nîmes (France)

occupation: hospital administrator

marital status: married (husb.: Pascal); one daughter: Aline

current residence: Bordeaux (France)

Saturday, December 4, 2027 – Berlin

Their living room felt pleasantly warm, on the floor up above their shop. The glow of the room’s orange-yellow light added to an overall feeling of cosiness, while outside the windows, through the gauzy curtain, they could just glimpse one of the festive streetlights – white and gold bulbs patterned into a twinkling reindeer.

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I've created a poll here, with a selection of scenes provided if you'd like to read some of them again.

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Posted by Drpepper3ds 1 month ago Report

I love the inanimate tf and food tf stuff! there's never enough of it and to the standard you write it! Please could you write more! you do it so well.


Posted by NightRoller 6 months ago Report

How did it take me SO LONG to notice that your icon is a personalized version of the default on here?!
Admittedly, I grew accustomed to your profile image from other sites, but nonetheless my self-disappointment is severe.

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Posted by BunnyWrites 2 years ago Report

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Oh lol, I've a tendency to do that too. I saved my first two stories as myStory1.rtf and myStory2.rtf too. I'm trying to be a bit more descriptive with my titles so I can better organise them later, but there's only so many ways you can phrase "girl eats other girl."


Posted by BunnyWrites 2 years ago Report

I've been a big fan of your stories for a long time. One thing I've always wondered though if it isn't rude to ask, what's with the naming scheme you use? Is it just easier to use numbers?


Posted by Tarip 3 years ago Report

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It seems like the Junaya and Tarip have all their bases covered. It is interesting that the only thing protecting a Tarip from being eaten when they don't want to be is that it would hurt a Junaya's reputation. Then again, i guess they wouldn't be concerned because generally they don't mind being eaten. Also interesting that the Tarip at Junaya feasts are just as much guests as the Junaya are - even though they're also food.

Anyway, I don't mean to spam your shout box with comments. Thanks again for answering my questions.


Posted by Tarip 3 years ago Report

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You're very welcome. I found the way the Tarip embrace their role as food for the Junaya fascinating.

What would happen if a Junaya ate a Tarip that was reluctant to be eaten? Or if one Junaya ate too many Tarip at once? Do they have rules for that sort of thing?


Posted by Tarip 3 years ago Report

Hi! I just made my account here, but I've been reading your stories for a few years now.

I was curious if you ever considered returning to the Aenhue stories. I always thought it would be interesting to see a story about Junaya characters pushing the boundaries of their society and how the others would react to them.

Anyway, thanks for posting your writings.


Posted by Gravitiii 3 years ago Report

Will there be more of the Emily & Laura stories? Female transformations? It's a bit lacking on those.


Posted by Gravitiii 3 years ago Report

Will there be more of the Emily & Laura stories? Female transformations? It's a bit lacking on those.


Posted by oishi1 4 years ago Report

Thanks for the fave. Welcome back.


Posted by tuyulacil 4 years ago Report

French Snack write :

I once had a story idea, which I never wrote but which would have gone something like this:

A married couple are in the process of splitting up. They don't hate each other or anything; it's just that married life hasn't worked out for them. As they're preparing for divorce, the wife asks her husband whether she can eat him. He agrees. They get their divorce, amicably. A few days later, she shrinks him. She eats him (he's still willing). After she's swallowed, her new boyfriend, who had been waiting in another room, comes in. She has blissful sex with her boyfriend, while her ex-husband is being digested in her tummy.

i can't wait this story.. please..

in my dream.. i don't good enough sex for my wife, my wife no feel chemistry with me any more.. she start cheat.. i start enjoy become cuckold hubby.. and the climax is .. she make me small in real .. just like your idea..

i just share my dream.. thanks a lot


Posted by Frakass 5 years ago Report

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Merci ^^
ça va, par bonheur... Bon, je ne suis pas de Bruxelles, mais les lieux des attentats (et en particulier la station Maelbeek) me sont familiers, et ça fait bizarre.
Je suis triste et fâché pour les morts et les blessés, mais mon état d'esprits est comme celui de mes concitoyens : ce n'est ni la peur, ni la haine qui dominent, mais une sorte de mépris ironique pour des terroristes certes nuisibles mais au final plutôt pied-nickelés...

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