Pausing briefly, her vision dappled by the filtered light streaming down from above, Lily sat down to check through her backpack one more time. The meadow was cosy, bereft of the all-dangerous tall grass, the only hint of Pokémon being the soft cries she could hear in the distance. “Pokéballs…” Five normal ones—her entire monthly allowance. “Potions…” Three, enough to heal whatever partner she finds, should they get into a battle before she could bring them home. “Antidotes, pa

“Welcome to Pred’s Pizza and Hot Wings, how may I serve you?” the skimpily-clad waitress asked, her dull voice making no secret of the fact that she was probably dead inside. Going by the pudge hugged by her tight uniform t-shirt, she was probably carrying a dead or two inside as well. No doubt nothing but turds and fat by now, Zach absently surmised. “Your finest table, my dear predonna!” John, Zach’s dad said with that fatherly humourous lilt. He must have thought himself very funn

There was a saying within the halls of Coconut Grove High School passed around between the male students almost on the daily, usually said with some amount of pride or bitterness: “A diploma earned without fucking either of the Smith sisters was as good as toilet paper.”Catherine Smith and her sister Barbara Smith had both worked at the Coconut Grove High School for about ten years, during which they had collectively fucked at least 5 000 different individual male students, the majority of t

Inconspicuously, almost casually, David glanced up from the holy book in his hands. There, on the other side of the big, fancy hallway stood the confessional. It was one of three across the campus of All Saints Mercy School for Boys and Girls. The confessionals were open for usage at different times, their schedules syncing up so that there was always one open, even in the middle of the night. David let his vision flit over to the ornate clock hugging the far side of the wall. Five to thirteen.

Nervously, Starlight flipped the little vial of pink liquid in her hand. “That’s right,” a woman in a pristine lab coat said from behind a clipboard. “A few more times.”Starlight gulped. In the sterile light of the testing chambers, the liquid almost looked poisonous. Combined with the high-tech vial it was sealed inside, it looked much more like a potion than anything made in a lab. She glanced back up at the woman, her eyes silently finding the name tag clipped to the front of her co

It was a pretty awkward dinner, as it had been for the past—what?—two months or so since Robert had to move out? Linda would’ve been stupid to say that things hadn’t been quite the same ever since. Firstly, they had to move out of the house. Not even Robert could afford to keep it on his cushy lawyer's salary, but Linda was even worse off. Logically, divorcing what was basically a glorified sugar daddy hadn’t exactly been the best move for a housewife like her, but she had to do it. Sh

“I just need you to… God, I can’t just let her… Please, Huell, just bring her back, please? She doesn’t know what she’s doing, and this is all just so… I don’t care about what measures you have to take. You can eat her whole for all I care, so long as you bring her back. Okay? You got that?” Saul Goodman, formerly Jimmy McGill, asked, doing his little hand movement. “Think you can do it?”“Reasonably,” Huell answered simply, leaning back where he stood. The office of Sau

“Ugh, dad’s home late again. Bet he’s been out drinking and eating some rando woman again. Who wants to guess what she looks like this time? XPPP” Olivia tapped into her phone, kicking her feet in the air, lying on her bed. She’d gotten home from school a few hours ago, and had spent that entire time chatting with her friends on her phone, alongside taking selfies and posting them, obviously. She was far from an influencer or anything, but her classmates and friends liked her posts, an

“-With us now at the scene is our criminal reporter Gene Takavic. What do you have to say about this grisley phallic murder, Gene?” the cute reporter for Channel Five News asked sweetly. Mike wondered hazily what she would look like buried up to her neck in his cock. The camera shifted over to Takavic, who stood outside a most familiar airport. “I’m standing outside Ulvedahl Airport and, well, as you might expect, it’s nothing you might enjoy looking at. Traces of what is believed to b

Groaning, head still buzzing after what he drank yesterday (A beer? A few glasses of wine? Couldn’t remember), Mike grappled himself back into a waking state. Only after waking up did he realise that at least half of his pounding headache was a direct result of his phone ringing its alarm. Stretching out one arm from below the covers, he turned it back off. If he’d been ten years younger, still in high school, this was the kind of day where he’d pretend to be sick and have his mum call him

Jack Harkness. That had been his name before all of this. Before any of this. But he could barely remember that anymore.His wife’s name had been Janice, but she was gone now. Jack’s eyes moved from the hamster cage he had no choice but to call home to the large bulge shifting beneath the covers of the frankly massive bed just south. The hamster cage he shared with maybe a dozen others stood on a cabin that gave them a terrific view of the monster who ‘owned’ them. The thing beneath the c

“Addie, you have to understand that it’s nothing against you personally. It’s just that the school can’t afford to continue funding your classes. Art is an important study, we know, and we were happy to have on a taur such as yourself, but the supplies are simply too expensive compared to what the students get out of it. You understand, don’t you?” “I-, I guess so,” Addie mumbled back, shifting in her chair. Her eyes fell to the inclusive piece of furniture. It was, unlike the hu

“You do know why I called you in here today, right, David?” Mrs Apricot asked from behind her desk. She was omnisexual, genderfluid, MAP-oriented (whatever that meant) and her pronouns were she/her, they/them and xie/xir. David only knew this because she had told them every single morning for the past half-a-year since she started at their elementary school. David didn’t even know what a third of those things meant, or what a pronoun was, but he’d gotten it beaten into him more often tha

“And now, for our next speech, we have the esteemed Salutatorian, Victoria Kettleman. With her is her beloved grandfather, to whom she ascribes her academic success, both in past, present and future. Give her a big hand!” Smiling, waving, walking in her loose robe with a proud swagger, Victoria walked up the steps and back onto the stage all to the thundering sound of clapping and cheering. There must have been several hundred people there, both the middle school graduating classes and the y

“And what’re you gonna do about it? Call your dead dad?” Josh jeered at her, his lips twisting into a cruel smile. He was clearly very proud of his clever twist on words, but by this point, Sarah was sure she’d heard that same ‘joke’ fifteen times at the very least. Impressibly enough, it stung each time. “Or you can call your whore of a mum. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind giving me a taste of pussy to die for!”Sarah sniffled and tried to pull herself up. She could only manage to

“Is that Hailey?”“Lmaooo that’s Hailey alright”“XDDD obvs Hailey would do something like this lol”Taking a step back from the school laptop displaying the livestream and its accompanying live chat, Hailey frowned. “No need to be fucking rude about it,” she mumbled under her breath. Not that she really cared what they thought, they were only here for the drama. Blowing a stray strand of hair from her face, she finally addressed her audience. “Glad to see all you class sickos g

“I can’t believe we got in!” Naomi squealed in delight to her redheaded girlfriend.“Shush, you’ll get us both caught!” Miranda whispered back at her, but the teasing smirk on her lips made it all too clear that she was as excited as she was. Naomi’s eyes easily fell onto the ginger’s well-endowed chest, her leather corset split at the top to reveal her thick cleavage, something that other girls her age would never have been able to pull off. Naomi, in comparison, was much smaller

Taylor’s brother had a total gaming problem. Ever since he was like seven years old, all he’d do was sit inside and play call of duty or fortnite or whatever else was popular. And he really did do nothing else. The most movement he could bother to commit to was to waddle over to the toilet (he had ballooned way past the 400 pound mark, which was impressive for a 14-year-old), and even that was on a good day. He seemed to have mastered his rectal processes to the point where he only w

“Is everything ready?”


“Of course, Master.” Ten smiled to himself. In his hands, he held a small box that contained stages one through six all in separate chambers. If he looked over at another part of the room, he found stages seven, eight and nine all in different states of containment. Seven, the smallest of the three, sat with his eyes wide in a small hamster cage. All and all, he stood at a height of barely half a metre, though c

Minotaur Feast
 There it was, standing right in the middle of the deserted road, peering about like a real man. It wasn’t, of course. It had the head and legs of an ox, standing over 12 feet tall, its massive member hanging limply between its legs. A grand creature that paraded about the almost empty city like a man glancing about and around to see what was wrong.
 Her mouth drooled just at the sight of it. God, it was massive. Huge and large and absolutely gargantuan. In the hellsca