Yor spends her time in the tropics, stretching out over a whole island and sunbathing. Sometimes she wears the bikinis made for her, each one patterned after a different nation’s flag. It’s similar to the Olympic games. Instead of waging war for glory, nations compete to see who can make for the outfits their goddess finds most pleasing. WISE developed an appetite-suppressing pill to counteract the drug Yor took the night of her first vore, which had the desired effect of stabilizing her siz

Agent Nightfall balled her fist, tighter and tighter, until blood began to drip from her hand. That harlot, that whore. That useless nothing of a woman! It was that Yor, that dime-a-dozen civilian Twilight was using for his cover. Somehow the entire operation had pivoted into turning her into some sort of giantess war-deterrent, and Nightfall and the other agents’ first responsibility was procuring corn slop to fuel her growth. Nightfall balled up her newspaper, now bloody, and tossed it into

The clock read three, and the city was dark as Yor stirred. She did not remember Lloyd getting up from her bed, and her first thought was to find him, to lie with him again and return his kiss. To go between his legs and taste him, and fill her mouth with — At the thought of cum, her stomach growled. It demanded her attention, with such surprising urgency she sat bolt upright. She sprung onto her lithe feet, and grimaced as the floorboard creaked. That was sloppy. Wasn’t she an assassin?

Yor Forger blinked in surprise.
 
“But, where will you be?”, she asked her husband.
 
“I’ll be seeing to a patient, a fellow dinner guest”, said Lloyd smoothly, “It’s critically important for his mental health that I speak to him privately tonight.”
 
Yor nodded, smiling. She so admired Lloyd’s dedication to his patients, even if it seemed a macabre for her, an assassin, to admire a doctor. She would support him, of course. It was a sort of compensation in her