Cafe Vorem was a quiet little place. Located in the downtown area of Holarus city, Holarus, it was a nice home-y little joint. The decor was wood-furnished which was a rare sight in this city. The staff were nice, the coffee was good, but Cafe Vorem had another allure to it: the menu. Eating one another was fairly taboo out and about but here? Run wild. Preds, prey, people with curiosity, people tricked into coming here, they all amassed in joints like th

Mira sighed quietly as she felt the distinct rumble of her stomach signalling that it wanted food. “Easy girl, I’ll get ya something to quieten you down.” She promised as she gave her belly an affectionate pat, briefly daydreaming about what she wanted to eat. Mira had a rather interesting little diet, though it didn’t consist of food items like most people would imagine, her diet consisted of people with a particular fondness for women. Though not just any women, specifi

    

Joy’s gut lurched slightly and a loud growl filled the room. The man sitting on the bed beside her gave a start and glanced at the door, not for the first time.

Joy merely smiled and placed her hand on top of his.






“Oh honey, what’s wrong?” she said, turning to the man. “This

Chelle grunted as the milkers sucked away at her udder, gripping the bar before her in a combination of arousal and discomfort. Once, not so long ago that she didn’t still feel a flash of pride as she looked around, this had been her dairy farm. One risky bet was all it had taken to send her from owner to sow. 
Still, there was value there, she mused as she watched milk slowly being drained out of her tits. She was a good producer, and she knew that the profits from her milk had carri

“It’s still a port haven for pirates and scoundrels.” “I’m hurt by such insinuations.” “Last I heard, you liked being an ocean scourge, my scoundrel.” The evening was beginning to grow dark, and the two women were still idly discussing the proposition of a standing navy. Queen Rosamond rests a hand against the table, her icy blue gaze looking over the maps and documents pertaining to the shanty town of Silver Side. As leader to her kingdom, she had many duties to her people, and

Maria, a rather plump mare with long, black mane and tail, sat down at her computer with rather mixed feelings. A discovery from a few days prior was the reason for these feelings. It was by chance that the chestnut colored mare found out that he was cheating on her. It was a huge punch in the gut for her; after all, they had not even been married for that long, two years now. She looked down at her belly, which noticably bulged out and presented some rolls of fat. Her ass, meanwhile, was hangin

“And, and do you remember the look on the poor little guy’s face as I ate his friend? Hah! Lalafells are so great.”
            “Delicious, too!”
            “Mmhmm! That’s why I had to have all three, heheeuuUURPH!”
            “O’raha! You fatty! I didn&rsqu

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  They make for a fine additive in -
 
 
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  “Argh!” Pria, sat at her desk, leans away from her studies and into her chair, throwing her head back in the same motion to let out her irritated cry. She’d been tasked with reading a few chapters o

Sarah bit her lip as the snuggled closer against Stephanie's huge belly.

"How many people did you eat today?" She asked, rubbing the turgid sphere of gurgling flesh as it worked to mercilessly digest whoever the unlucky (or perhaps lucky) souls were who slipped inexorably into Stephanie's gullet. There was never escape for those who went in. They would be processed and turned into fat to cling to the predator's waistline.

Stephanie gi

Kalyani looked at the banner hanging outside the relatively empty convention room: “Accidental Preds Anonymous meeting today”. One of her friends had texted her the suggestion after she had accidentally swallowed said friend during a party. Unfortunately, she didn’t know how to let her out, but Kalyani figured she had to do this. “For you, Jasmine,” she said to her belly as she squeezed it with both hands.She walked through the open doors, heading to a circle of chairs in the middle of

A Mistress’s Mistress


Jane had finally plucked up the courage to go to the Honey Pot. Terms like brothel and prostitute didn’t sit right with her when it came to describing this place. She preferred to call it a place of professionals. Because the women in this place were beyond human. They were capable of fulfilling fantasies that no normal relationship could come close to. Whether with muscles strong enough to bend steel or a slippery conto

Big Bubbly’s Day Care






It was another smoggy midday in Old Tokyo. Sat on the back of a bus was a very exhausted woman by the name of Hina. She was in her mid-20’s and stood barely over 5ft. Combined with her skinny frame and shoulder length black hair, she blended into a crowd as easily as the rest of Old Tokyo

’s inhabitants

She could hear her roommate coming down the hallway to their apartment easily. Not only was her roommate hooved, but quite heavyset. She walked over to the door with glee, ready to welcome her back from her shopping trip. As the hooves stopped in front of the door, she swung it open to reveal a heavy-set cow with bags of groceries on her arms. They squealed at each other a little bit before she stepped aside to allow her friend to squeeze through the door frame.

The othe

Stuck in LiftIt had been a long day for Patricia, as glanced through the window to her left, admiring glittering lights that danced on rolling streets running between stocky concrete blocks below. Working under her father had that effect on her time, drawing it out until the poor girl had nothing left to give. The gruff old business man was equal parts doting and despotic, assuring that the young girl had to earn her place through only a thimble full of nepotistic influence. Frequently, probably

Nicole yawned as she shuffled down the hall towards the kitchen in her robe. Six in the morning was too early for her but she wanted to make sure Craig had a good Father’s Day and that meant a nice, home-cooked breakfast. To her surprise, the kitchen lights were already on, and their three-year-old daughter was sitting at the dining table. The girl gave a despondent huff and shoved away a pile of papers covered in crayon scribbles.
“What’s wrong, Sophie?” Nicole asked as