Mitsuko and Summer were seated side by side in the centre, at tables six and seven, while Carissa was on her own at table three – the outside challenger, in a sense. She had insisted, during interviews, that her comparatively low qualifying score of thirty-eight was not indicative of her top-form abilities, and now she was proving it. Her face was serious and focused as she ate her way through her seventh tray. She was showing signs of visible effort, and strain, and was eating almost mech

        
Latella awoke very gradually, reluctant to shed the heavy pall of sleep that had held her for hours. She looked around her simple sleeping quarters--four walls and a doorless exit through which an orange shaft of light was pouring onto the floor.
        
She was a bit sick of sleeping, and the warm light did look inviting.
        
She slipped her leg out from the bed

“Debra! … Debra!” shouted a portly young woman named Tanya.“What is it, Tanya,” replied her somewhat taller and thinner roommate.From Tanya’s tone, this was not the first time she’d called Debra. From Debra’s tone, she was getting pretty sick of being called.“We’re out of booze,” Tanya said.“I know. I said I was going shopping this afternoon.”Ever since the lockdown, tensions had been mounting in this particular apartment of the sorority building. Classe

The growing popularity of “Filthy Clean” had continued to change things at the campus. When a substantial proportion of the student body is only a few inches tall, it simply wasn’t sensible to permit games where people are encouraged to get drunk and perform questionable acts. To be perfectly blunt, little people were getting eaten far too often for the campus staff’s taste. After an attempt to ban Filthy Clean had proved ineffective, they’d taken the next logical step. No

Joyce
fumbled with the drawers in her little apartment. She tried to tell
herself that it was just another dorm room, but the illusion was
pretty weak. Everything was just a little too thick, a little too
clunky. All of the knobs and pulls were too big to comfortably pull.
All of the clothing was rough and stiff. And practically everything
was made out of plastic. It felt like she was living in a doll house.
It
stood to reason, because she was
living in a doll house.
‘The
Event’ was only a y

Fiona
tapped the door code to her dorm room and practically stumbled
inside. It had been a rough couple days. College was kicking her
butt. It had seemed like a great idea to pile all of her classes into
3 days a week so that she could have long weekends every weekend.
This, it turns out, was a great way to completely burn yourself out.
It didn’t help that this year her birthday was on a Wednesday, a
day with a solid 11 hours of classes and study groups. She wasn’t
the most social person in

I had been
babysitting Zoey for about five months. Since last spring.
Well…
‘Babysitting’ isn’t quite the right word, of course. Although
in some ways it’s rather apt. And there’s no adequate synonym, so
it will have to do.
Zoey Dardana was,
and is, almost my age. Late teens; she’ll soon have finished high
school. A cute, rounded face. Short-cut blond hair. Deep, dark brown
eyes – the type that look right into you, and lay you bare. An
adult, almost – at least in terms of years

It was
about five months since Zoey’s birthday party. About five months,
therefore, since Zoey had tried to eat me.
I
mean, really
tried to eat me. Not just play-acting.
A
sensible, rational man after that would have stayed the hell away
from her. Which I didn’t, of course. I guess that says something
rather basic about me. I was obsessed. I was head-over-heels. Zoey
might not be the easiest person in the world to like, but she’s
easy enough to adore.
And
that evening, that party, the nigh

Fatal
vore, Feral Prey, Graphic Digestion, and Graphic Disposal.Stop at
the ~~~ line if you don’t want scat.
Mouse
prey
The
poor mouse quivers in my hands. I hold him cupped inside them,
feeling him wriggle and skitter around, futility scratching at my
fingers. He won't find escape now. In one swift movement I grab him
with my bottom hand, securing his lower body, only his frantic head
and front paws are loose. My stomach gurgles inside me, “groylglgl”.
He hears it, going stiff for a momen

My
relationship with my older sister has always been strained. I know
that all families have sibling rivalries, especially between the
older kids and their bratty little siblings, but when I look back on
how my sister treated me growing up, I think that some of the things
she did to me might actually count as abuse.
Stephanie
is 6 years older than me, and she moved out of home the second she
turned 18 and started college, so for as long as we were living
together, she always seemed to tower over

It's
now been over 7 years since the afternoon where Stephanie swallowed
my pet mouse Eddy, and I thought we'd put all that behind us until
recently. Steph moved out of home and began college not long after
that day, and now that she's graduated, she lives alone in a small
house in the city. I still live with our parents, but I've now
finished high school.
I'm
still a virgin, although I did have a girlfriend for a while. Her
name was Linda, and I thought she was the most beautiful thing in the
w