"It's too risky, what if we get caught?"
"Nobody's going to notice!"
Jack felt his cheeks flush as Amy undressed in the backseat of his car. It was late, and he'd parked far from anyone else outside the cinema, but doing stuff like this in public always embarrassed him.
"Movie starts at nine, get back here and eat me already!"
He stepped out of the driver's seat and opened the aft door where Amy's feet pointed at him. They could afford two tickets, but his girlfriend was always after the thr

Sandra remained steadfast as she stood at the side of the family pool with her arms folded tightly under her ample bosom. Water still trickled down her mildly plump, slightly rounded belly, currently clad in a pink one piece bathing suit, and further over her sizable butt and thick thighs. She flipped her long, brunette hair back behind her head, and pouted. "Ohhhh! You guys are the absolute worst! You know that?" the forty year old cried out to her two kids.

Slowly, the Lamia slurped poor Mrs. Fletcher’s feet into its maw. The quivering woman was bound tightly with her arms behind her back, and her ankles tightly roped together. After giving its prey a good taste test, running its tongue up her thick thighs and over her plump rump, the half-snake gave Elena a thumbs up, and fingered through her wallet to add a quick, five dollar tip, all while the former teacher squirmed and moaned through her Voredash brand gag. It was a cheerful, digestible

Christina gave a loud yawn as she groggily sat up from her bed. The mouthwatering scent of bacon filled the air, likely being the catalyst to her unusually early rousing. The hypnotic aroma rushed the long haired brunette, clad in nothing more than her favorite rubber ducky panties and generic goth metal T shirt, through her morning routine, before heading out into the apartment kitchen. She didn’t bother changing her clothes. After all, it was just her Girlfriend Joanne. It wasn’t l

The Never-Ending Path
of Samantha Saranow 6 -- Vet Visit
By
Twrch_Twryth(@yahoo.com)
It was a slow day at
Chillicothe Animal Hospital. The receptionist, Samantha Saranow, was
busying herself on Facebook and Instagram. Dr. Temple, the
veterinarian, had caught up on paperwork and was now playing
solitaire, while her assistant, Lorna Andrews, was walking Bucky, the
recently neutered schnauzer, for the fifth time that day.
Things got a little
more exciting when Samantha saw a jeep pull up in the p

"Mom, how far do we have to walk?" Emily complained. She didn't really get why mom liked these walks so much. It was just forests, suburbs and sometimes a field mixed in. Nothing... interesting. Why her mom had to pull her with her every time she went for her Saturday walk? "Can we go home already?" Emily asked her mom.
 
"Just a little while and the path starts to curve back honey. Don't be so impatient." the mother said and smiled to her daughter. Emily had

“I
really don’t know about this, guys,” Lisa said, clutching at her
fingers.
The
anxious young woman was standing in front of her bed, staring down at
its contents. She’d laid several mundane things out before her,
including a large suitcase, a smaller carry-on, and two metal
sunglass cases. There were also four things which were considerably
less mundane—at least until recently. Fifteen of her friends were
lined up on the bed. They were tinies, all roughly in the four-inch
range. Thou

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All
Cooking Excerpts from the interactive story
“Chris’
Turn”
(deleted
from writing.com)
--By Random
Dragon
"It's
a beautiful Friday out there, Dan. With temperatures unseasonably
high and holding steady at 73 degrees it should be a fantastic
weekend. Great news for everyone celebrating Thanksgiving, which is
just around the corner.""Here's
the mail, mom," Chris said, tossing the pile on the counter and
sauntering to the fridge. She stared for a few moments, listening

Office Vore: Redux



    




Original story by krishna3ca (link in description).


Reimagining and localization by Chatter Estop.



    




   &n

Celia
had been practically floating on air when she’d gotten the
invitation. Ever since a few unfortunate occurrences had happened,
the combination of the old favorite party game “Filthy Clean” and
the substantial proportion of tinies attending the college had
required some changes to campus life. Filthy Clean was officially
disallowed for anyone attending the college. Naturally, that didn’t
put an end to the parties. The people throwing them just made them a
lot more secret and a lot mo

Cia stood alone in her purple flame-lit,

magically maintained

, and

lavishly furnished

,


abode, hovering her hands over a scrying orb. The haunting violet glow giving her curves a flattering mixture of shadows and light. Slim fingers flick across the magical energy surrounding the globe, causing the images it is d

Aria
yawned and fiddled with her keys. It had been a long day, and she'd
been looking forward to just getting to her couch and unwinding with
some TV. Before she could, though, according to her landlord she had
a special delivery that she had to grab from the front desk.
"I
don't understand why it couldn't have waited until the morning,"
she mumbled.
"I
don't know. The delivery lady was very insistent that you get it to
your room as quickly as possible," he said.
She
unlocked

Fen
tried to sit perfectly still in her chair. She was wearing a belly
shirt, which she typically didn’t have the confidence for. While
her girlfriend certainly seemed to feel it was adorable, Fen felt as
though her belly was just a bit too pudgy to be showing off. But
today, she felt as though something that exposed her belly button was
a natural and necessary piece of wardrobe.
When
someone knocked on her door, eased herself up and carefully walked to
the door to answer it.
“Fen!”
trille