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Connoisseur of booty, boys, and boy booty, I write sporadically and commission frequently. Disposal and assorted ass-related grossness lieth ahead, asses be clappin n brappin.

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Caleb despised Vore Day. Hated it, loathed it, detested it, abhorred it, the whole gamut, a veritable 8/8 Grinch. Fear was a big part of it, of course. Lanky nondescript twinks like him were french fries on the best of days, and Vore Day turned every encounter into a life or death scenario. The fact that he was on so many people’s literal shitlists didn’t help, but it certainly wasn’t his fault that so many preds wanted him in a porcelain grave that he had to barricade his home. So what if

“Come ooooooooonnnnnnnnn, why wontcha eat me?” said Charlie, the angel’s puppy dog eyes on full display as if she weren’t begging for her own death. “I’m here, I’m tasty, and I’m dressed like a snack!” She twirled her surprisingly skimpy toga (just barely skirting heavenly guidelines) for emphasis, the flimsy fabric clinging to her plump, supple body while soft curves hinted at her habit of snacking. “I mean, look at this butt!” She gave her hearty rump a smack. “Ain’t

Alpha Sigma Sigma was always a center of college life at Corrin’s University for the Monstrous, which was unsurprising given that it was THE pred fraternity on campus and was thus unlikely to lose its members to boyguts…largely because the boyguts in question belonged to them most of the time. On 8/8, however, what little inhibitions remained in its ravenous repertoire of students came undone, and a decidedly raunchy form of anarchy (anal-archy, as the kids called it) was always inevitable.