“Did you get the spare clothes honey? They are in the bag that I left in the kitchen.” Jennifer asked her husband. The usually elegant lady in her forties wasn’t really at her best as she pushed the fourth backpack to the trunk of their SUV. Her usually straight blonde hair was becoming erratic from all the exercise of trying to fit everything in. Even with the SUV’s abundant space the amount of stuff was starting to trickle out of the trunk and towards the back seat. “This one?” Ric

Overpopulation
A Culling at Evergreen High
By hunnter
(Disclaimer: All characters mentioned in this story are 18+)
It was a morning just like any other at Evergreen High, an all-girls high school. The hum and murmur of conversation slowly subsided as the teacher, Miss Taylor, entered the classroom.
“Good morning, class” Miss Taylor said casually as she walked in and sat down at her desk.
A couple of students lazily typed out a final message on their phones and put them in their pocke

Life in Sizzle: Summer BBQ Ella wasn't happy, as she watched her dad, and her sister's girlfriend put the finishing touches on their new barbecue pit. She had a feeling she'd be over the coals once they're done. The Millers were having a neighborhood girl roast today, and Ella hadn't seen a single meat girl since her parents began to plan the party, nor has she heard any plans to get some. That means Ella, and probably some of the other neighborhood girls were most likely on the menu."Hey m

The sun was shining on a lovely late Saturday morning, a bit before midday. High school teacher Lydia Blake was at home, relaxing in the living room with her teenage daughter Lexi. Neither woman was fully dressed, yet they showed no signs of embarrassment at this fact. A sheer white button up shirt, too big to be her own, draped over Lydia’s impressive DD breasts, her jet black bra bleeding through the white fabric of her husband’s shirt. On the relatively short woman, said shirt tra

Party FavoursByEdward HydeThe sun was beautiful, with just enough refreshing breeze to keep the day from being too hot. It was, thought Josie, the perfect day to enjoy the park! Clearly she was not the only one to have thought so since there were quite a few others there – lots of families of course as well as dog-walkers, couples taking strolls, folks riding bikes either alone or in groups and more than a few solo sun-seekers like herself. Still, it was not crowded and there was plenty of roo

School Lessons in the Culinary Arts
Part 11: Jenny from the Butcher Block
By Cromm Cruich
From her position on her friend's bed, Maria watched as Gloria put on the next in an assigned series of instructional butchering videos, preparing to go over the material together one more time to supplement their in-class lectures. Her friend's room was cosily warm, but only dimly lit by the glow of the TV and the multicoloured strings of LED lights arranged in lines and patterns along her walls.
"How many

STUDENT LUNCH DAY




-RP with an anonymous muse



-Adapted into 2nd-person fiction by Random Dragon




[All characters are at least Seniors in high school, near graduation, and are aged 18+]





You arrive at school on a rai

School Lessons in the Culinary Arts
Part 3: Popular Girl Platter
by Cromm Cruich
with editorial work by MagicianX
Impaled and helpless at Gloria and Brett's workstation, Mandy was in the final stages of her preparation. She lay exhausted, spent, and emotionally drained, her consciousness flickering in and out of focus, and as she rested on the counter where she had been spitted, she saw Glora slide an adjustable crossbar onto the end of the spit that extended from between her lips. Mandy was s

School Lessons in the Culinary Arts
Part 2: Kizzy on the Rotisserie
A guest chapter by MagicianX
with some additional material and editorial work by Cromm Cruich
Kizzy Brogan walked to her station with careful, even strides. She had managed to escape her elementary school nickname through years of scrupulous effort, but she knew it was still there, lurking in her classmates' minds. If she tripped now, they would all remember it at once. She would go into the oven not as the quiet, studious gi

Jenna,
a recent college graduate, was on her way home from another
disappointing interview. She had Majored in creative writing and
journalism in hopes of getting a job at one of the local newspapers
to maybe work up to some TV news station or something.
Her
plans didn't seem to be working out the way she wanted however.
Everywhere she went they would all say the same thing, "not
enough experience." How was she going to get any experience if
no one hired her! Jenna sighed looking at h

It was a normal Saturday evening.
Tori was talking to her two best friends in the living room when they
heard the kitchen door open and a voice call.
“Tori, sweaty? You home? I’m
going to need you to make dinner tonight. Mr. Hills closed early
today and I didn’t get a chance to buy a pig.”
It was her mother just getting back
from her normal Saturday routine.
“Tori? Oh, Hi girls I didn’t
know you were here.” Tori’s mother said with a pleasant surprise.
“I’m going to need you

School Lessons in the Culinary Arts
Part 1: Spit-Roasted Students
By Cromm Cruich
Gloria McKenzie had come to the conclusion that she'd made a terrible mistake.
"I don't remember this part in the course description," she whispered to her friend, sliding her phone over to show her. They were seated in the food prep classroom, waiting for the first Culinary Arts class of the semester to begin. It was a large room, fitted with many kitchen workstations, whose countertops doubled as table space fo

"No, it's
left. We have to go along the Third Night Avenue and then turn left
by the red building to get there!" Ellie argued angrily. Even
though her friends, Alice and Isabella, were good activists in 'Save
the stray dogs Organization", they had no sense of directions.
Sometimes they could even get lost on their way to home from school
if they didn't pay attention. She always had to babysit them so they
could get right feeding place.
"Okay, okay,
don't yell for god's sake.

Life in Sizzle: Irish Stew
It was a typical Friday at Blevins Memorial High-school when a wild, freckle spotted, flat-chested redhead through the doors. Her name was Mara, and today she was on a mission. Upon seeing her friends Ella, and Cass, she b-lined for them.
"Top of the mornin to ya, lassies!" she greeted in a thick Irish-Cork accent. The speech pattern took both Ella and Cass by surprise as well did Mara's clothes, a green and white milkmaid dress.
"How is ya doing, hey?" Mara continue

It was a pleasant day
for a car wash. The sun was shining brightly, beating down on the
pavement; heat rose in waves from the asphalt. Surrounding a red
Honda were twelve young ladies, each in swimwear to one degree or
another, scrubbing or spraying the car with the enthusiasm only
teenage girls can muster. They were the senior volleyball team, and
this was their big fundraiser. The proceeds, as they were happy to
tell anyone, went towards their trip to California to compete against
the othe

“Where
do you think you’re going dressed like that?!”
Blair
finished gluing the last bit of lace edge to the heart-shaped
invitation on the kitchen table. The voice was familiar, right down
to the tone and words used. It was almost a ritual by now. “I’m
going to school, mom,” she said, not bothering to look up.
“Well,
put on a sweater, then. I’m not going to have my daughter parading
around with her bra showing!”
Blair
looked across the kitchen table at her mother, batti

Idle Hands
by Cromm Cruich
"Are you okay, Izumi?" Cailyn asked of her girlfriend, lightly stroking her dyed purple hair as they lay lazily in Izumi's bed. The Japanese girl was facing away from her, clad only in her panties, and had been unusually testy today despite the lovely weather typical of a late mid-spring day in Michigan Falls, and by what all accounts would be considered some very good after-school sex.
Izumi rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. "Yeah, it's nothing really,

Amy
Pond: Sexy Schoolgirl Snuff-o-Gram
Tags:
Doctor
Who, Amy Pond, Clara Oswald, Prostitution, Willing, Dominant and
Submissive, scalpel, F/F, Schoolgirl roleplay, Trophies, Fisting,
Dissection, Sex Ed, Nipple-ectomy, possible snuff.
“Ah!
Ms. Oswald, just the teacher I was looking for." The Headmaster
of Coal Hill School called out as Clara made her way to her last
class of the day. "Although, your proposal was... unorthodox,
since you already paid for the expensive materials, and si

Doing Well
by Cromm Cruich
The late Sunday morning sun found Sophie Murray in her bed, despite many previous attempts to block off the offending cracks in the window blinds. Her clock radio was conveniently placed in easy viewing range of her bed, but the advanced hour displayed on its face did nothing to fight off her clinging sleepiness. Nevertheless, as tired as she still was, she knew she wouldn't be sleeping any longer this morning. As she regretfully knew from experience, consciousness

Thanksgiving Break
Angela beamed with pride as she walked across campus to the dorm room of her friends Ashley and Susan. Her new meat tag tickled her thighs as she strode down the sidewalk. It was her good fortune that it was so warm just one day before thanksgiving so she didn’t have to cover up right after becoming a registered longpig. She couldn’t wait to show off her new status to her friends, especially Susan who she loved to tease. Angela was 5’6”, 110 lbs, ha

Both Jennifer and her sister, Liz, were more than a little annoyed when they discovered that a babysitter had been hired. At thirteen, Jennifer was old enough to baby-sit for other people, so she certainly didn't need one for herself. That was the way she saw it, anyway.
``It'll probably be some stupid old lady,'' she muttered, stabbing viciously at the buttons on the TV remote. ``She'll smell like moth balls and treat us like we're four.''
``Maybe not,'' said Liz, who was generally inclined to

Life in Sizzle: Family Dinner Party
   "Where is it? Where is it?" An eighteen-year-old woman dug through her closet, muttering to herself. The young woman jumped up and placed her hands on her wide hips and huffed, causing some of her shoulder-length brown hair to fall into her face.
 "Looking for something, Ella?" a familiar voice called out behind her, causing her to jump a little from surprise. Turning Ella saw your mother who pretty much looked lik

Life in Sizzle: Daughter Dinner
"But mom!" Ella whined
"No, buts!" Her mom shot back, obviously annoyed with her daughter's complaining. "In fact, the only butt tonight is going to be your roasted rump." Mrs. Miller said, proud of her wordplay.
"Now, go shower, it's almost time to leave." Her mom ordered.
Pouting, Ella stomped her way to the bathroom. Upon entering the restroom, She couldn't help but admire herself in the mirror as she stripped off her clothes. Taking off her shirt revealed her

Life in Sizzle: Fireworks
The Sizzle fairgrounds were full of people with grills and alcohol as they celebrate. The smell of cooked girl meat filled the air; most of the racks had girl patties and girl dogs cooking. Ren Dodson threw a couple of patties on to her own grill, yesterday these patties were Ren's wild red-headed niece Mara Dodson, who her aunt had converted and ground up. Nearby a big titted, dark-skinned teen named Marcy Dodson was bent over a picnic table about to be spitted alive.

Jamie and Zoey Aaron's mother told them forcefully that they were thrilled and overjoyed to be chosen as a monster's dinner, but neither of them really believed it.
``Isn't there someone else he could eat?'' Jamie whispered to her sister. She was clutching a handful of her long hair, twisting it nervously between her fingers. It was a nervous habit that drove everyone but Zoey crazy.
``Mom says he wanted us,'' Zoey whispered back. She took Jamie's hand in her own and gently pried the twisted kno

Grandpa
hated peas.
“I
hate peas!” said Grandpa, scowling heavily at the large tureen. “I
hated peas when I was two years old, and I hate ‘em now. I ain’t
eatin’ any peas.”
Maggie
sat at the corner of the table, and watched the wrinkles on Grandpa’s
forehead deepen more with each second the offensive vegetable
remained in front of him. It was rather like viewing the formation of
canyons in high-speed.
“Peas
are what we’re having,” said Mom, setting a plate of meatloaf
besid

The game was starting, and Mr. Cohen was beginning to get anxious.
``Where are those girls?'' he asked, again craning his neck to see out the window. He had been doing this every few minutes for the last hour, and it was starting to get on his wife's nerves.
``Will you stop fidgeting?'' she asked impatiently. ``They'll be here in plenty of time, so just relax. Honestly, I've never seen you pay so little attention to a pregame show.'' She plucked a handful of peanuts from a bowl on one of the tab

``I am so sorry,'' Katie said earnestly, once room had quieted down. ``That sort of behavior is just inexcusable. I really can't apologize enough.''
``No apology necessary,'' assured the customer. He was a handsome black man, and he flashed what looked like a practiced, confident smile. ``Buteris she going to be all right?''
``Yeah, she seemed
kind of upset,'' said a girl, who Katie guessed was the man's daughter. She looked to be in her mid-teens, and had a slender, pretty face, and brilliantly

Somewhere along the line, there had been a rather grave lapse in communication. Of this, she was certain.
"We won't be home until late tonight," the woman was saying. She looked up from the scarf she had been knotting around her neck. "There's the usual list of numbers on the refrigerator, of course--police, fire department, poison control center. You know the drill, I'm sure."
"Right," she replied, nodding automatically. Aside from the obvious variation, this was no different from the dozens of

"Suzie, pleaaaaaase!" Tim begged. "I really need to pass this test. I haven't studied at all!" he explained.
 
"No." the blonde girl said firmly.
 
"Suzie! We need your help." Leah repeated after her friend. "Just this one time!" the brunette with short hair asked.
 
Suzanne sighed. It was always like this before the finals. Everyone knew that she had the best grades, so they were circling her, asking for advice here, there, and

"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 did her mom have 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 at her daughter. Emily had inherited her blonde hair, which