You are GRETA SEVERINE, a young lamia with a taste for show-business. Television and other forms of visual entertainment have of course been mainstays of the world you live in for some time, and pretty much ever since you saw your hero Nastasha Rios - the original TV lamia - on your set as a younger lamia, you have wanted to follow in her footsteps. Nastasha was the star of a police procedural show, and, in the words of the show, “always got her man” - whether man, woman or other cre

The mouth opens wide
Small and squirming pushed inside
Swallowed to your end…
Down the throat you go
Pulsing muscles all around
Drawn down to your end…
Pushed into the warm
Acid darkness all to see
Helpless to your end…
A laugh from above
Smooth fingers stroke the outside
Giggles at your end…
Fluid coats your body
Pooling, rising all the time
Sinking to your end…
The air is all gone
Steady churning begins now
Gurgled to your end…
She goes on her way
Sm

Bad Waiters Don’t Last Long
Gulp.
There was plenty of that kind of sound around, given that the Green Scale was a restaurant that catered to a rather...special kind of clientèle with a rather...special meal selection. Add soft moans of pleasure and gurgling noises into the mix and you rather got the picture.
But that kind of gulping wasn’t what poor Equustra was going right now. No...hers was a rather different kind.
The kind of gulp you make when you’ve not only delive

Happy Vore Day
The greeting at the door after coming in from a long day at work had been good (the blindfold a nice touch).
The food had been even better.
But Allie still had no idea about exactly why her partner Tasha had planned all of this out, up to the point of inviting her over to her apartment for the treat at such short notice. Or why she had watched her eat, a slight smile on her wolfish face, her ears drawn back. Allie had only ever seen her like that before when she’d wanted t

Reduced in size, you dash around
But then a giggle, you've been found
Make for the door, you try to run
Hands are faster, pick you up.
Squirming now, you see her face
Gloves of leather, bodice of lace
Her grip is strong, her smile is thin
"End of the game," she says. "I win!"
Her red lips part, you see inside
To nothing a tunnel, to doom a slide
Lifted up, placed in her jaws
So many before, now the turn is yours.
A gulp, a moan
A swallow, a groan
Then darkness falls, the lips are closed
Now just

Paying the Debt
As strong hands forced her struggling body still further down, lips closing around her and saliva washing over her body, Kerry might have thought about something.
To owe a loan shark a sum of a few thousand dollars was one thing.
To then be consumed by them, slowly pushed down into their stomach and devoured alive...in settlement of that debt was quite another.
Such a thing couldn’t be possible, and surely being eaten wouldn’t be good for business in terms of recoup

The Game
Jess had been viewing the ads for months.
She was a gamer girl. No, not that kind of gamer girl – the one used as stereotypes by people with a point and ones without alike – but the kind of girl who grew up playing them. Knew more about them than most. And, most importantly, took joy in the thrill of winning them, whether online or reaching the credits at the end of a long single player campaign.
She had seen such games develop, from the simple 8 and 16-bit consoles she&rsq

Safety in the Workplace
The
best part of work was, right now, coming home.
Ugh,
those-
Liz
thumped her steering wheel, letting out an accidental blast of her
horn as her car sat at the traffic lights. Then she tried to hold
those thoughts in for a moment as she was pretty sure the anger she
was feeling right now would either lead her to an aneurysm, to crash
her car, or possibly one followed by the other.
But
every time she closed her eyes, trying to calm down enough to focus
on the road, she s

The oppressive heat of the Balamb Garden Training Centre hit the
young former instructor hard as the thick steel doors - designed of
course to prevent any of the Centre’s livelier inhabitants from
escaping - swung ponderously open, revealing a plethora of green,
brown and red.
Not that the heat nor the various expanse of colour bothered
Quistis Trepe, certified SeeD, any; she’d been training and hunting
so many times here now the additional heat, after the initial blast,
was barely noticed,

Welcome
to Sacred Heart.
Home
to some of the finest doctors ever to pick up a clipboard or a
scalpel, along with some not quite as fine (yes, Doug, we're looking
at you here, even though you're pretty good at hauling a cadaver
around). A place, once boasted by the former Chief of Medicine, one
Bob Kelso, that had 'no illness we can't outsmart.' Though he was
singing at the time, so perhaps that doesn't count.
Most
importantly, a home from home to a tight-knit group of friends for
the last sever