The camera slowly turned on. Thankfully it wasn't in danger of being swallowed by Etsuko this time, nor covered in her drool. The two of them were sat on the couch they had answered the last questions on. Although this time Ciron was wearing more feminine clothes for comfort during the experience. “Hello once again all, it's us again.” He said, giving a small wave to the camera. “Thanks for the new questions we do so love getting them.” He added whilst smiling.

Ask
Belly; February 1, 2016
An advice column
for the hunger inclined. Relationships? Recipes? Eating issues? You
know what they say, go with your gut and Ask Belly.
Dear Belly,
I
have been a long time prey for everyone around me as I am very good
at self-reformation and am particularly tasty. I feel my self-worth
is being completely defined by this. All my friends, my family, even
going to the store results in someone just eating me. My social life
is non-existent, as I am invited to every party

Ask
Belly; November 6, 2015
An advice column
for the hunger inclined. Relationships? Recipes? Eating issues? You
know what they say, go with your gut and Ask Belly.
Dear Belly,
I
frequently find that prey upsets my stomach, what with the struggling
and whimpering or—as the case may be—energetic self-pleasure many
engage in.
Tell
me - what tips do you have for a pred who appreciates the prey's need
to express themselves and yet still wishes to enjoy her dinner?
Sincerely,
Indigestion
in West

Ask
Belly; October 27, 2015
An advice column for
the hunger inclined. Relationships? Recipes? Eating issues? You know
what they say, go with your gut and Ask Belly.
Dear Belly,
I
have this problem. I really want to swallow my boyfriend. He’s
mostly toned but just a little plump, and he looks so scrumptious!
Whenever I see him, my mouth waters and the smell of him makes my
stomach growl. And I know he tastes good.
He
also wants to be eaten, so that’s not the problem. The problem is
that I jus

Out in the woods, secluded from the rest of the town, stood a brown two-story snout house made of brick. All but a long road, with white and yellow lines as far as the eyes could see was near the home. It was constructed sometime during the 1980s, and the original occupants, a young couple and their daughter disappeared without a trace. Now, the home was occupied by Brad and his wife Karin. The couple had recently moved from San Francisco a decade ago.

Brad was a deputy in the town for about