Slowly, you relax into your chair. Just last week, as apart of working here so long, you were given a much comfier chair to work in. it’s tall enough to lean your upper back & head on, and made of a nice, easy to clean, soft material. It’s manufactured by one of vivtech’s many, many,
many
subsidiaries, which means buying it for home use would be easy…


If there was any identifiable branding on it.

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Contains: painful digestion, reckless driving, a long argument & doggos!!!



Rows of trees and acres of fields fly by as your mothers car speeds down the winding and otherwise empty country road.

The music coming from your headphones does well to distract you from the repetitive & gaudy love songs on the radio that your mother quite passionately hu

Just

Another

Day



Commission



Smooth going in. Smooth going out.



As the shower head hisses over your own, you can’t help but feel just a little bit confined. It’s definitely an accurate statement

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A Piece of Xane
By Walker
A comfortable seat at your desk. The lights are low. It’s not too hot and not too cold. The perfect conditions to enjoy a late night treat. Perhaps this much sugar isn’t the best idea for a bedtime snack … but then again, just how much sugar is even in that slice of cake?
After all … it’s not exactly made of flour and eggs like most other pastries.
How that 5’4 half-neko wound up turning into a sentient slice of cake no taller than

Perhaps it’s these towering buildings that have made this morning so chilly for you. The weatherman said it’d be a nice, warm morning, and yet, every gust of wind against your face brings nothing but a bitter, sharp chill across your face and body. Judging by the people around you, you aren’t alone in believing what the weatherman said. So many rosey red faces from the chill, fully exposed to the morning air, you can’t help but try to pick up the pace.

The deep, powerful rumbles of her stomach shake across your body. It helps that her stomach is inches away from your face, and smothering most of your body, but even if that wasn’t the case, the near-monstrous grumbles from within constantly pull your attention. Each breath that moves her stomach makes you want to reach out and further touch it. Due to your being wedged under her stomach, however, all you can do is lightly jiggle your arms back against her gut. Attempting to lift it off yo

Among the trees of a forest far from Baulder’s Gate, you approach your bosom companion, the vampire spawn Astarion. He seems on edge, yet flashes you a confident grin at your approach.“Tav,” Astarion says. “I have a request. It’s a stupid request. I’ll have you know.”“Okay.”“I want to eat one of our party members.”“Like, suck their blood?”“Mm, gods yes. But also no, not this time. ”“So are we partaking in some good old fashioned cannibalism?”“A certain flavor

You awaken, once more, to a primal lust. The urge to drink fresh blood rises within you.This urge has been with you for two hundred long years. Never sated, but always served. One rat a night, like a slice of stale bread. Enough to keep you going. Never satisfying.The boar you drank from last night was a new experience. The fur thicker, the flesh tough. But the blood… it was like stale bread with a bit of butter. Fundamentally not too different from the rats. Hunger served. Unsatisfying.You re