Haruhi Gets Bored (And her friends get vored)
 
 
 
 
*North High appeared on the outside to be just like any Japanese high school. Some of the students were diligent and active, always attending classes and getting their grades up. Yet there was a group of students that sometimes inched away from the mainstream. Sometimes, they were in class, but sometimes they were wrapped up in some strange scheme that usually didn't work out as planned. These were the friends of Haruh

(WARNING: This story contains M/F facesitting and ass worship, M/M and M/F vore, digestion, butt expansion, mild weight gain, male farting, and touching of a pp. Every character is 18+.)
 
 
  Peter’s hands gently ran down his face, rubbing from his red cheeks to his dripping chin. His mouth hung agape, tongue resting on his lips as he moaned in ecstasy. His body shook and trembled. Waves of pleasure went through him, rising up from his bottom. MJ’s face was buried d

(WARNING: This story contains M/F farting, stuffing, bloating, and a big fucken borger!)
 
 
  “All you have to do is eat the whole thing in less than sixty minutes.” Said Haru Okumura, pushing the plate closer to her guest. On it sat a burger, one so enormous that it eclipsed both of their heads. The curly-haired ginger merely smiled, her cheeks accented with pink as she looked at the boy across from her. His grey eyes stared back, gazing with both eagerness and con

(WARNING: This story contains M/F farts, burps, and the abuse of a pepperoni pizza.)
 
 
“Okay… Candles-” Peter Parker lit one of the many different candles strewn about the apartment. “...check. Snacks-” he poured a bag of Chex-Mix into a bowl. “...check. Movie-” he looked at the DVD in his hands. “...check. Pizza-” He looked around the room. Everything else on the list was there and accounted for, except for the pizza. “...n-no. No check.” Peter sigh

An odd, depressing silence permeated throughout Palutena’s Temple. What was often a rowdy, vibrant place of worship had become a dull, quiet hovel. The only noise radiated from a small magic orb which the goddess Palutena was using to view her subject fight. Pit, the rambunctious angel general and her right-hand man, was currently locked in a desperate Smash against a ‘mysterious’ and ‘unknown’ fighter, a young man by the name of Joker. She felt as though this was his hundredth matc