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Anyone can write. Legit anyone. Even if you have no hands, you can use dictation software to write (the other Christopher Nolan wrote a memoir using only his head). Writing is the single most accessible art form on the planet. Unlike unliterally every other medium in the world (visual art, music, interactive experiences, physical c

    

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You think to yourself, dressed in your adorable outfit. It looks so cute on you! The hot pink skirt, the hoodie, the thigh highs, & of course, the lacy pink panties stretched over your cock! You feel so pretty, the prettiest you’ve ever felt in your life!


    

Online meetups were more than a little dangerous for someone of Sarah’s frame of mind and body. A few companies had tried to make ‘safe’ meetup apps and sites, but as most news stations were reporting weekly, their success rate was far from perfect. So, she turned to Margarita’s. It was very well known in the surrounding area, having beat out it’s competition by doing what it did the best. The owner made sure that Margarita’s stayed the most popular bar of it’s type by making sure

Pashawna
had saved for months to attend the con. She'd wanted to go to the
Monster Boy Society convention the year before, but missed it due to
illness. This year, that wouldn't happen. This year, she'd go and
she'd see her favorite webcomic author, DysonDot, in person. Dyson's
monster boy comic, Homespun,
got Shawna into demis in the first place. The chance to meet him and,
maybe, see a bunch of cute guys in awesome costumes, gave her courage
to stifle her social shyness, to save for six months

Sarah's
phone went off while she was deciding what soda to get. At first, she
thought about ignoring it, figuring it was her mother texting her
about where she would go to get dinner tonight. But, deciding it
wasn't worth putting off, she took out her phone. The message was
from Dalton. Dalton had been a friend of Sarah's since high school, a
cool, sometimes dorky guy who she hung out with on weekends to listen
to dumb music and watch dumber movies. She figured he wanted to go
see some stupid fl

Hester
was excited. He kept drumming his foot against the floorboard of his
car like a child in line for a new film. The young man did have a
youthful face for his age, with a boyish, spiky haircut and the peek
of a tattoo of an atom just under the collar of his shirt. The shirt
blazed with pink and blue and white, with several buttons along the
collar, a few with stylized trans gender symbols, a few with Hester’s
Smash mains (Dedede and Roy, of course).
What
really had Hester excited was what

[Quick word of warning, you might want to read the tags/description if you haven't already- There's a MAJOR tonal shift from part one]
 
It was early in the morning when James opened his eyes. He stretched, and felt something move strangely in his stomach. Who did he eat last ni-
 
 
“Nat?” he squeaked.
 
 
“So, you’re finally awake big guy.” Her voice was weak. “I’m sorry to say this, but I don’t feel so good.”
 
 
James was to his fee

Alex was not feeling well. They had always had trouble with digesting clothes, and it seemed that a few months of careless snacking on passersby has left them with a wad of polyester and belt buckles too large and awkward to throw up. Alex had been feeling a little bloated for a few days but didn’t think much of it. Too many big meals must be adding up. But yesterday really set it off. They’d been walking to the bus on their way home from work and felt peckish, it had been oddly cold

It is often considered that the main thing about being eaten whole is dying in horrible acid. This is of course an entirely subjective matter, and quite possibly objectively incorrect. But It’s certainly one that people seem to fixate on for some reason. Some people who are, for whatever reason especially afraid of being eaten (due to previous encounters, a hostile environment, or just plain paranoia) took steps to attempt to mitigate this particular outcome, often using some cosmetic prod

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The Umbra Family controlled most of the West Side, which was the high class, wealthy parts of town. All of the businesses past the river had some connection to the Family, and those that didn’t either operated online and anonymously… or didn’t stay in business long.
Francis Dalton, Aesop among the Family, was an ideal example of an Umbra Family member. The young man was tall and statuesque, with a slender, toned figure and graceful, ageless face beneath a golden fall of blon

    

Jordan walked into his home after work late one evening to see his wife sitting on their couch dressed in a maternity robe.



    

“Hey, Julie, is there something you’re trying to tell me?” Jordan asked.