It was time. Time to sit down on my computer and write yet another vore story. Although, would you even say that the last 2 stories were even vore stories? Sure, they had references to vore, but didn’t really have any swallowing sequences or even being aware of being inside of a stomach, so would you even call it vore?
 
 
Moving on. The story prompt for today is Game and it’s supposed to be a two parter with Over. A play on the phrase Game Over. Should I write a Soul’s game

Gabriel tried to ignore his alarm, but eventually he had to get up and turn it off. He stretched, the house cold under his feet, he must have forgot to turn on the furnace before he went to bed. Oh well, all he needed was the electricity to work in order to make food and recharge his phone before he started the trek out to a new place.
 
 
Gabriel walked down stairs and into the kitchen, opening the fridge and checking for anything in it. There was some cheese in one of the drawers

Salem made sure to stick to the sidewalk in order to not be a nuisance, but she had to be careful with the parked cars anyway since it wasn’t wide enough for her to walk comfortably. She was one of the larger Giantesses at almost 9m tall, which meant that things weren’t really built with her in mind. The new neighborhood under construction was going to try and cover that for the normal sized giants, which ranged from 3-4.5m on average. Which meant that even among her own “kind”, she w

Etifia reached the storefront and stretched her arms over her head, her yawn accompanied by a secondary yawn and chuckle from her shoulder. Etifia raised a hand and ruffled George’s hair with a finger, a smile cracking her lips as she adjusted the bag and walked through the mall, the general din echoing around them.
 
 
“Yawns really are contagious, huh?”
 
 
“Especially when you yawn in my ear!” George said, putting a finger in his ear and miming a squeaking c

November sucked. It was the worst month of the year, all 30 days of it. Hailey was fidgeting, constantly picking up her phone and scrolling through the same 4 apps, trying to see anything new before throwing it aside and drumming her fingers against any surface that made a sound before repeating the process over and over again.
 
 
She didn’t know why she agreed to this stupid challenge. Her boyfriend had proposed a No-Nom November, a play on the No-Nut November, after he had sta

“Remember. Keep your mask on, if you slip up you will be left to die.”
 
 
Rachel nodded, letting the heavy mask fall over her eyes. She tightened the straps, winching slightly as part of her hair got caught in the leather. Despite her being an experienced adventurer, this was her first time hunting a Nymph and there was the familiar buzz of excitement from the lack of information she was given.
 
 
She was on down time from her party, each other one traveling away t

Mindonth The Voiceless was old, so old that anything resembling words or sounds had withered away. However, that was the least of the people’s worries as with that age came size. In american terms, her body would span several football fields curled up. In proper units, she would be 7 kilometers from snout to tail, her wingspan reaching 9km fully extended and causing winds strong enough to flatten the sky scrapers that dared to reach too high in the sky.
 
 
She had appeared in th

The Lovers Quarrel was a brothel, to put it as bluntly as possible. Sure, it presented itself as a simple exhibit of gambling and mature content, but it was known and was famous for the woman it employs. For those women were not your everyday girl, and they didn’t mean on the race spectrum.
 
 
Brianna was the smallest woman at 9ft tall and was the one to welcome in the guests. “Welcome to the Lovers Quarrel, where each service is special! Please be sure to check out our new ta

The room was dark, a glowing clock on the wall marking the 2am night and was the only light source. It showed a messy room, dirty clothes thrown about with dirty dishes on every surface, and a computer tucked under a desk whirring softly. A cardboard box, trapped under a heavy blanket, bumped and jostled, one of the flaps flexing against the entrapment.
 
 
Voices were muffled from within, the box growing still. A moment passed, then there were several thumps, the wall of the box f

Victor was enjoying his latte outdoors, it had been a while since he visited this cafe and the weather was finally perfect for his usual outdoor chair. He checked the time, chortling quietly as he did so. Pretty soon, Wendy would come stalking around, trying to catch him off guard in order to devour him.
 
 
However, being 17ft tall meant that she wasn’t very good at remaining out of sight and since she was still going through her growth cycle, she wasn’t fully comfortable with

Ronnie crouched in the living room, her towering frame swelling in the room. She was gentle with the walls, but there was nothing she could do about the floor so all she could do was hope that it didn’t give out. She was kneeling down, trying to spread her weight out.
 
 
David looked down at the coffee table, his glasses falling to the edge of his nose as he ignored Ronnie the best he could, organizing his work to catch the light that was cascading around her. Despite his 5-6 ti

The stars were sparkling specks in the sky to the mortal eye, glass curved in specific ways could enhance them to shining diamonds of burning gas and flame. However, they were not always like that.
 
 
Before they were reduced to such forms, they were able to intermingle and fly down to earth, often taking the form of humans to share knowledge and prophecies with them. In more serious moments, they would warp their form, taking on numerous eyes and endless wings to share their warn

Garnet was in the zone, blocking the shelf for Terry Brooks as she read, her tail slowly swishing as if she was on the prowl. She visited here often, her attention span too sporadic to actually go through with checking the books out so instead just read standing up, too engrossed to even take the books over to the reading area.
 
 
The Library was expansive, taking advantage of the shrunken size to make elaborate shapes and pillars that would make a beautiful pattern for the outsid

The AC was broken in the van, but with the windows down it was tolerable. Hannah was the one driving, but with Sam on the aux cord it was a whole different experience and Katie could ignore the speed laws that Hannah were ignoring or destroying.
 
 
Katie turned the old parchment over and examined the back of it. “Are you sure we’re alright with bringing these things along? A photocopy couldn’t work?”
 
 
“Now where would be the fun in that!?” Scott exclaimed

Smith stepped out and locked the door behind him, making sure to force the steel bar into its groove so that the waterproofing seal was solid. Smith knew that it was unlikely that the chamber would flood thanks to all of the safety precautions put in place, but he was a careful person and got in the habit of making sure that there was no chance of his stuff getting any water damage.
 
 
“Airlock prepared. Please input bubble size for your journey.”
 
 
Smith tapped o

Spartan put the mission paper down and tapped it, deep in thought. This was going to be a hard mission if he took it on alone, multiple sightings of hydras way outside their normal hunting grounds and apparently large enough to swallow people whole. Normally, one that was this size was a challenge on its own, but there have been 5 sightings in separate villages within the last 3 days, too tight together to be the same one unless it could teleport. That would be a first, Spartan thought, but a

“Lieutenant!”
 
 
“Captain,” Lieutenant John saluted, the sound of engines deafening around him. John had to rely on lip-reading in order to understand what the Captain was shouting. “Any reason why I was called here today!?”
 
 
“Judging by the fact you are in your pilot outfit, I would say that you know enough to start your mission! You will be flying a Phantom 2 on a scanning mission, the coordinates will be relayed by radio as circumstances permit! Furt

Leroy knew that he was very close to his hiding place last year, but he was counting on Bella and Isabel to be lax in their challenge. It has been a few weeks since he had hid, but he was really looking forward to hiding again, he had the perfect spot to hide. There was a near-empty jar of blackberry jam in the fridge, the girls never tightened the lid on it and, with something to help him prop the fridge open, he was able to climb in and position the lid back on the jar.
 
 
Becau

Leroy knew that he was very close to his hiding place last year, but he was counting on Bella and Isabel to be lax in their challenge. It has been a few weeks since he had hid, but he was really looking forward to hiding again, he had the perfect spot to hide. There was a near-empty jar of blackberry jam in the fridge, the girls never tightened the lid on it and, with something to help him prop the fridge open, he was able to climb in and position the lid back on the jar.
 
 
Becau

Canada was famous for being cold and frozen for the winter, buried in 7ft snow banks where your Timmies are the only warmth you can experience. However, it was currently summer, the burning sun beating down on the plains and frying the grass. People would try anything to stay cool, the most popular being to go to lakes that were fed by the runoffs of glaciers, which kept the lakes around 3C.
 
 
Timothy set his paddle in his boat and sighed, scoping up some of the lake water and sp

The profession crawled slowly forward, the oxen struggling to pull the carts up the steep mountain. Vinny, her small gnomish ears bobbing up and down with the movement of the lead cart, was dressed up in a fine dress, hair pinned up with gems sewn into it that sparkled in the dim light. The other carts carried chests of gold, locked up tight against anyone interested to test the guards and the iron carts.
 
 
“My lady, I understand your concern for the protection of the village,

Lunchtime was the best part of Millie’s day. It was the only part of her day where she could simply eat and turn her brain off, casually listening to her friend talk and gossip and laugh and joke. It was a beautiful experience, especially when it was known that her friends were the size of the average mice.
 
 
“I heard that they finally fixed the lock to the roof.”
 
 
“What? Why, it was the students' own place to call their own.”
 
 
“I heard it

“Detective Bias?”
 
 
Luis Bias started, accidentally kicking his desk and sending a sheet of paper fluttering down. He rubbed his eyes, groaning as his assistant stepped into his office. She was new, only a few months on the job, so didn’t yet have the bags under her eyes that characteristically followed their line of work. “Yes, Irene?”
 
 
“Just wanted to check up on you. You haven’t left your office all day, haven’t eaten, anything. It’s not healthy

Wanda was glad that she was in a box that she couldn’t see out of, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t hear what was happening. The moaning, the screams, the gulping. The girls called it a “Sorority test”; Wanda and the other people who were shrunk simply call it hell.
 
 
Wanda didn’t know how she ended up this small, but she knew that she was small and that she was never going to return to her life from before. Goodbye to the scholarship she was working towards, goodbye t

Finally, after 2 months of preparation and several thousand dollars worth of materials, it was finally done. It measured 2.3m diameter and the table that it was on creaked with every adjustment Yessa made. But she knew it would hold, at least until she could introduce it to her players; although it would be nice to have it last through the climax of the campaign, this was the BBEG’s lair after all.
 
 
But now, it was time for her to run her first test. And with that test, comes

Maggie shifted, the saliva soaked within her shirt pulling against her skin. Yep, she was quite snug here, Gabby’’s top teeth gently pinching in her shoulders. “Are you sure this is okay?”
 
 
Gabby’s phone was positioned in front of her, the camera on so that she could look at herself, Maggie’s head and arms sticking out of her mouth. Gabby’s hands moved in practiced motions, signing out “Of course! You feel really nice in there. Are you comfortable?”
 
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The Bright mountain is home for many creatures and experiences, which has drawn many humans to both hike and hunt on this mountain. On this brisk evening, the mountain was now holding 7 people, 4 of them hikers that had enjoyed the sunrise on the top of the mountain and were on the way back down the mountain, the other 3 scattered around in the mountain wild, hunting the various beasts.
 
 
The sun had set a few hours ago, the mountain range alight with the stars and the full sized

Nick tugged on the rope, pulling the sail all the way in. His small boat was not suited for deep-sea journeys, but he had years of experience sailing and knew how to handle the sea. And for today, he was lucky that the sea was calm, he didn’t want to have his boat drift around too much today.
 
 
Today was a special day, after all. Nick finished tucking the sail away and rubbed his hands together. It was a warm day, but where he was going wasn’t going to be as warm and he made

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With a jaunty tune and a starburst transition, the screen showed a bright and smiling man, his teeth too white and his stance stiff and awkward. But as

“Do you really have to do this? I mean, there are plenty of adventurers that roam these lands, you have no obligation to go out to this land and risk your life.”
 
 
“Mom, why should they be the only ones to protect us? I am perfectly capable of wielding a sword, so I have the same obligation as everyone else to raise it up in the defense of others.”
 
 
“I know but-” his mom cut herself off, tapping her finger on the table. “Can’t you wait a few more yea

Mother always told me about the day I was born. How lucky I was that I was born into a hospital where Preds were banned, how lucky I was that the drive home did not attract the attention of the Colossi, and that I did not cry loud enough for the neighbors to do the same thing they did to the homeless man that made flower crowns for me when he learned my parents were expecting. My father told me to learn so that I may be of use, for if you are useful you would not be targeted, and quick of min