Bored science.




Kiri was bored, which was kind of an unusual state for her. Working for the magical research institute, there was usually always something happening—somebody blowing up something, an experiment leaking, or a new exciting discovery—but right now, there was nothing, well, except taking notes.




It was not that she didn’t see that a

Cock vore competition.




The light flickers on, and a woman standing in the middle of a stage is illuminated. A red curtain is behind her. She has a classical show-themed outfit on and bunny ears sticking out of her head.




“Welcome everyone to rate that load.”




The audience gives her a

Transformative collective.




Ken lived in a pretty lovely collective in the outskirts of the suburbs. It was a pretty big floor in one of the more prominent buildings in the area. Everyone had a pretty big two-room apartment. All the standard rooms had high ceilings to accommodate some of the bigger tenants. They had a dragon and a giant in the collective, so they needed the extra space.

Mindbreaking vore.




Sighing, Jane threw the house key into the bowl beside the door.




“I am home, honey.”

“Welcome home. I finished up work for today. I am in the living room.”




The voice did not ring out in the room, just her mind. Her boyfriend Sv

Sleepy magics.




Kiri groaned as her alarm clock rang. She didn’t want to get up today, but she had to. Not because she had anything to do today but she didn’t want to sleep the whole day. Yawning, she sits up in her bed. She is still groggy. Yesterday was a long time at the lab. Somehow, she manages to exit the bed.




Walking into the apartment’s

A magical company holiday party.




Ditmas sighed. These holiday parties were always a pain. It was not that she disliked partying. She enjoyed doing it with people she wouldn’t have to see again, especially in her occupation. Company lawyers, deservedly, didn’t have a good reputation already. Add in the alcohol, and it was even worse.




“Everyone,

Fortune fair research.




Kiri was sitting in the fortune tent set up by the MRI (magical research institute) and was bored. The MRI usually set up this show every year so people could see the different advancements in magical research.




Though with these kinds of things, there were always popular fields that needed to be more exciting to research. Divination was

Sexitairy.

Jill was typing away at the computer. It was not the best computer money could buy, but it worked fine nonetheless. She ensured that all the employees had proper schedules: no double booking and enough time for a break for the employees. Being a secretary for a company that lends out its employee is a tough job.




“Hey, Jill, do we have more of those new towels? My hair is sticky from tha

Flatulence magic.




“Of all the magic you could learn, you studied that for a month!?”

“Oh, come on, it is not that bad.”

“You work for the MRI (magical research institute), right?

“Yeah.”

“And you used your last week to research fart magic!?”

Flush out.




“Welcome everyone to this week’s show.”




A collection of spotlights highlights a scene in front of a live studio audience. A woman with a large top hat and a stylized, sexy witch costume waves at the cheering crowd. She tips her hat towards the audience, revealing her long pointy ears.

Vore court.




As her name might suggest, Judge Ruth was known to be ruthless. She had started in the game young, but she had grown into the position and had a reputation for being fair but strict.




She licked her lips. She did enjoy that she was allowed to punish in almost any way she wanted. The reformers that they had installed would bring anyone back either in