French_snack

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By the time they reached the ruins of Ur-Sagol, the crumbling streets of human-sized stone buildings by the waterfront, the sky was thick with grey clouds and the air had turned cool.






“So this is the place?” Tarynn said. She looked around, then up at the stormy sky. “Not ideal weather for a picnic,” she remarked bleakly. “And where are your friends?”

It was the war


m sunlight that woke her. The sun’s ray, shining in through the open window frame, caressed

Milly’s

bare skin. She lay fast asleep still in bed, curled up comfortably on her side, breathing peacefully. Her dark hair, tousled by her slumber, had spilled over her soft brown face, and a loose strand over her lips fluttered faintly with the quiet breeze of

Ida leaned back in her chair with a soft little sigh of contentment, and placed a hand on her full tummy.






She looked across the dinner table at Marlene, her wife, who was still eating. Ida gazed at her with quiet tender love in her eyes.






They were sitting face to face in the warm privacy of the

The moonlight scintillated on the river Seine, and glistened faintly on the damp pavement. It had been raining, and the paving stones were wet, up here beside the road and down below, on the flat stone riverbank. The grey clouds were drifting away now though, fading like distant mist into the overall darkness of the night sky. The street lights shone their artificial glow over the wetness the rain had left behind.





It was a warm day, the sun peaking from between grey clouds, and the light mist of drizzling rain felt almost pleasant against his face. The vast lake was tranquil, the patter of raindrops causing only faint ripples on its surface. The nearest shore was woodland, where birds sang, chirpy and melodious through the fine mist. Far away, beyond the valley, and beyond the nearby mountains, Ereg knew there were strange lands imbued with legends, tales of heroism and sorcery and mythical creatures, but

Mitsuko and Summer were seated side by side in the centre, at tables six and seven, while Carissa was on her own at table three – the outside challenger, in a sense. She had insisted, during interviews, that her comparatively low qualifying score of thirty-eight was not indicative of her top-form abilities, and now she was proving it. Her face was serious and focused as she ate her way through her seventh tray. She was showing signs of visible effort, and strain, and was eating almost mech

To Mistuko’s left, Owen watched from between Summer’s fingers as the young Japanese woman swallowed, the sizeable bulge slipping down her slender throat.




“Wow…” he breathed, a little shakily.




“Sexy, isn’t it?” Summer teased, and he turned his attention back fully to her. To the very young woman who was about to ea

Carissa was sitting in bed, breastfeeding her son as she read her detective fiction novel, when there was a knock on the door. She looked up sharply. She had reached a point in the novel where a janitor character in a cathedral felt he was being stalked, and was probably about to be murdered, and the knock at her door made her think immediately of Josie and Inès having been eaten in their hotel rooms in Toronto. She calmed herself quickly. It was almost certainly…

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Just to let you all know: I’ve entered a busy period at work again, which is likely to last until Christmas. So don’t be concerned (or too impatient! :)) about my story output slowing down.

I’ve written a large part of the next IVC story, but much remains to be done. At the point where I’ve stopped for now, I need to (re)organise things a bit before writing the rest. And for that, I’ll need a stretch of several hours in which I’m not distracted by work. Not very likely in the near future.

Well… That’s all, really. But the story will definitely be written. There are tummies to be filled, stuffed tight and stretched and groaning, and a world champion to be decided!

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Tarip

Posted by Tarip 1 year ago

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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.

Tarip

Posted by Tarip 1 year ago

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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?

Tarip

Posted by Tarip 1 year ago

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.

Gravitiii

Posted by Gravitiii 1 year ago

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

Gravitiii

Posted by Gravitiii 1 year ago

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

oishi1

Posted by oishi1 2 years ago

Thanks for the fave. Welcome back.

tuyulacil

Posted by tuyulacil 2 years ago

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


Frakass

Posted by Frakass 2 years ago

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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...

SwallowMe

Posted by SwallowMe 3 years ago

Thanks for the fav!

tigercloud

Posted by tigercloud 3 years ago

You have a large amount of great GTS-Vore Stories <3 Thank you for this =)

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kokeman

Posted by kokeman 4 years ago

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It might not be yours but I would have sworn it was, I'll just keep looking for it

kokeman

Posted by kokeman 4 years ago

Okay I'm SO sorry to disturb but I've been looking for a story of yours and I can't find it so I was wondering if you could tell me the name. It's about a predator who has a sort of genie living inside of her and I don't remember much more... do you know what I'm talking about?

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