Adrien was curled up on a thick, heated felt pad in an out of the way corner of the bakery’s floor behind the counter, leaning against the back of two heated displays as he watched Marinette and Sabine bustling back and forth as they served the long line of customers. Technically he could also be helping out, but he was actually food and neither of the two women actually at the counter wanted anyone to get confused and order him instead of a pastry or one of the few meat slaves still prese

Swinging and jumping across the Parisian rooftops Ladybug couldn’t help but to enjoy herself, it wasn’t as often as she liked that she could go out and do whatever she wanted, and this time she wanted to find herself a good fuck

toy to have her way with

. She’d been working on her entry for the upcoming pred pride design contest and creating the hundreds of expansion folds was time consuming to say the least. Sh

    
Adrien could only stare ahead numbly as he was escorted through the streets of Paris, the police officer assigned to him had to pull him from a cross walk five time already when he failed to notice that it wasn’t his turn to walk, he could only stare ahead numbly with perfectly working eyes yet still unable to see, and uncomprehending of even the smallest stimuli.

Marinette’s hands shook in barely concealed horror. In

After his golden shower finished Adrien curled into the warmth it left on the un-drained floor bellow his mom as she continued working. From his place on the floor Adrien could only see his mom’s exposed privates and the small sections of smooth creamy skin.

Emilie had never felt so good as she did in the moment, she had eaten, digested, and disposed of her son to be reformed, an act that she had dreamt of repeating ever since she’d gotten her first taste of

Emilie Agreste had forgotten how much work it was to run a fashion empire, especially one that was without a designer on the board of directors. When in doubt the directors would always favor a safer option and none of the lower designers were ready to join the board and definitely couldn’t carry enough weight in a conversation to sway the directors decisions. She would need to talk to Marinette about her possibly joining her as an executive/owner of the failing Gabriel fashion empire, may

I recommend reading one of my other stories, A Trip to the Alps, first. This story makes reference to body modifications detailed in that earlier story

-DragonMan







He didn’t think so at first but Nathanial was more then glad that Chloe had come to own him, she was more attentive and caring about his personal well being then his parents where. Sure his mom t

Rena was over the moon as she leapt from rooftop to rooftop, having just received her miraculous to keep. When she got back to her apartment after work at her favorite news station to find the familiar ornate box siting on her counter, the groceries she stopped to pick up for Nino and herself forgotten on the floor just inside the door as Alya continued to stare at the neatly written note sitting in front of the miraculous that simply read ALYA, TREAT TRIXX WELL – the guardian, she couldn&

    
As Emilie Agreste walked up the path from the manors front gate to the manor doors she was beyond nervous. The last time she was in the house she was in a glass coffin under it in a hidden room as her soon to be ex husband abused her miraculous and her poor Nooroo. The grand entrance was so much colder and imposing then it used to be, gone where the flowers, bright portraits, and warm color scheme. Leave nothing but surgically clean marble floors, and bli

Adrien was excited to say the least; this was going to be Marinette’s first trip to the French Alps for a ski trip, and he new just the place to take Marinette on a date. The hotel he had booked them into using his fathers money had a world class spa on the top floor over looking the ski hill AND the valley below the resort, the spa had amazing views of the sun set as it lit the valley, and amazing views of the sunrises as it gave the mountain a halo. While he wouldn’t be allowed to

One of the few things that both Emma AND Hugo both enjoy is modeling for their mother fashion line, Miraculous Designs. Despite Both parents repeatedly telling them that they didn’t really need to model if they didn’t want to, and to be fair Hugo would not model for anyone other then his mother, and the entire family knew it. While he didn’t like the actual Modeling spending time with his mom made it more then worth the hassle of being turned into a glorified manikin, being mob

    
“So where do we go from here?” Adrien asked, “We know that father is a terrorist and that he’s got some punishment coming, but he took delivery of decommissioned long range rocket shortly before I was pawn off at the design contest. We don’t stand a chance against weapons like that.” Even he was at a loss for what to do, he could shadow stalk his father, but if the man was transformed he would be able to sense him the m

When Emilie Agreste came to she desperately tried to remember where she was and how she got there, and why she was resting in an upright, uncovered coffin? Something is very seriously wrong, she needs to get out of there and make her way home. Moving to separate her self from the coffin she mad it maybe two steps before her legs gave out. Don’t panic don’t panic don’t panic, at the far end of the room Emilie sees a door open and a VERY large shadow appear in the doors light, Sh

Having Neutralized Her stomach acids for the trip home from school Marinette knew that there was no rush to bring Adrien back up, good thing to she needed to talk to Tikki before she exposed Adrien to the tiny god of creation. She also needed to ask her Kwami about the best way to tell Adrien her meat slave and hopefully future boyfriend that she was Ladybug and had a Cat themed partner that was also hoping to be her one and only. Upon reaching the bakery Marinette greeted her parents, accepted

Chloe relaxed on her bed, her prey filled gut extending above her. Her acid neutralized stomach having lulled Nathanial to sleep hours ago, Chloe was now free to talk to Pollen “ Look Pollen I know I could have been gentler to Nathanial, but now that his dead beat father forced my hand I had to take ownership of him. That included breaking him, and turning him into a submissive doormat. If I didn’t my mother would have and might not have given him back.” Pollen only shook her h

Standing outside of her own room Chloe had no idea how to proceed with Nathanial. He was hers that much she was sure of, but how she would treat him, No clue. In all honesty she had hoped that Nathanial would heed her warning about that stupid drawing of his and destroy it. He didn’t even last a full day before one of his parents found it and tried to sell him, not even a day. Going over hotel delivery logs he was delivered in a crate only just large enough to contain him, that was an idea

One of the benefits of owning a broken in meat slave is that when your in a hurry it’s really easy to simply eat them, by that point Adrien doesn’t fight it, he even helps her get him down faster. So when Marinette woke u late for class she didn’t bother with breakfast, she just got dressed and roused Adrien form his sleep and rushed out the door leaving her obedient kitten to fallow her through the streets of Paris wearing nothing but his collar. Marinette didn’t slow do

Adrien sat on the living room couch opposite of the three Dupain-Chengs; the four of them had sat down to talk about Adriens recent revelation. “Are you sure that you want to be treated like a true meat boy” Tom Dupain asked, “If you say yes, you’re basically giving us permission to treat you as we wish. You’ll never wear any clothes again, transported through the cold winter weather in a stomach, walking long distances barefoot and naked weather permitting” s

Nathanial was sitting at his desk doodling when Marinette arrived, she was wearing her usual dark grey jacket on top of a light greyish white shirt with red roses stitched into the front. His rose tinted glasses shattered when a naked and collared Adrien entered the room, MARINETTE could be seen on the collars brass tag. A shocked silence permeated the room, sure everyone heard roomers that adriens spot in life had change after a designing contest, but no one believed them, especially when those

Sabine was not having the best day, didn’t even start well. Her day started three hours earlier then normal when her mother once again forgot the time difference between France and china. Her mom called at 2 am to inform her that her brother was going to fly to Paris for a cooking contest, to be fair Sabine was happy for her brother, he had worked very hard to get to the finals of a contest that would find the best chef in the world. She would also have to remember that her mother was tryi

While walking to Alya’s house with the new dress and tux in arm Adrien couldn’t help but to slide closer to Marinette in response to the hungry stares he was receiving. Him naked form displaying the fact that he was food, entirely dependent on his owner for protection. Which is why he now keeps his hair shorter so that it doesn’t cover or hide his bright pink collar and shining brass nameplate. Adrien only relaxes when their destination is in sight, the building that housed Aly

Adrien was lying in a nice patch of sun on the living room couch wearing nothing but his new collar. Now that he was a meat boy he was required to remain mostly naked even in public, he was only allowed to wear a collar, this was to give his predator easy access to him as food and a source of pleasure. Knowing that Marinette was his predator made being naked easier to come to terms with. He knew that if she was designing she would look for any excuse to continue designing, and his clothes causin

A few notes, in my stories vore is a common practice world wide where people can be sold to someone as food to be consumed, after the person is eaten he/she is fitted with a collar and belongs to whoever bought and ate them. From that point on the buyer has total control of the foods life even if either public or private reformation facilities reform them. This has a few exceptions though, VERY rarely a city/country/group of people can vote to allow certain people to claim others as food right o

    
As he sat on top of a building waiting for his prey Chat Noir couldn’t help but think about what an amazing week he’s had. It had started strange when his father had sold him to the Dupain-Chengs as nothing but meat to be consumed, On arrival he’d been cooked and consumed as a family dinner (the closest he’d come to an actual family dinner since before his mom had disappeared). The last thing he remembered before dinner was blackin