The likeness was so perfect that the boy standing before it briefly wondered if she might actually be recognized. Fortunately, though, it didn’t seem like that would be a problem for long; her head was already starting to slip down to the grass below, gravity and heat working together to gradually break down the shitty statue into an unidentifiable mass of stinking scat. Within a week or so, even that would have decomposed into the surrounding foliage, and she would be completely gone.



I am not immune to  Hoots' Omori instant loss M/F propaganda, and this collection got so firmly stuck in my mind recently that I ended up stealing the format and writing six stories along the same lines. They're a bit shorter than my usual stuff, so I'll be putting them out weekly to make up for that!

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Still, he couldn’t help but blush as he squeezed out the processed girl, toying with the seashell necklace she had made for him a few weeks ago. It was nice that he’d been able to fulfill her desire—more than a little of her weight had ended up padding out his belly and butt, and he doubted he’d be losing his new chub anytime soon—but he was a bit disappointed that he’d had to digest her to do so. He knew she’d wanted it, obviously, but he’d gotten pretty fond of her in the brief time they’d known each other. He didn’t understand why she’d gone to all the trouble of befriending him if she just wanted to get eaten.

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