“Good Evening, Sir. I will be your dinner for the night.

“Yes, really.

“You’re ill. Your body could do with some more energy to help you recover. You need to eat a nice, fat hen such as myself. Digesting me will help you put some weight on, kickstart your appetite, and give you the strength you need to get back to normal! Huh? No, sir, you don’t have the energy to fuck me. That’s why you need to eat me, see?

The last week of school. The senior class had finished their final exams, and got a full 5 days to relax and say their goodbyes to their friends. Olive, a shy redhead with thick round glasses and a flat body to match her personality, just sat by herself in the corner of the lunchroom, silently enjoying her celebratory cake and cookies while listening to music through her earbuds. When you’re socially awkward and a lesbian in a school of practically all straights, finding a companion is especia

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"You.
Should be resting," Chammy stated firmly in a no-nonsense
manner, pointing at the bed-ridden ginger-haired boy. "I know
you wanna do 'all the things' and feel like you'll fall behind or
something, but when you're sick, you need to rest.
It's important."
Her
expression left no room for argument. Really, Valk just needed to
take care of himself! And if he wasn't going to, well... that's one
thing friends were for, right? It was for his own good. And if h