The Logistics of Unbirth

Author’s note: This is just how I personally view unbirth working, if it were to actually be possible. I thought I’d write a fun story to explain how I’ve always viewed it. If you have a differing opinion, feel free to share in the comments.








    
You suddenly find

A Sacrifice for the Goddess


    
Steven woke up in the cramped womb of Sister Alina, where he had spent the past year. She was still sleeping, as evidenced by her rhythmic deep breathing. It was hard to keep track of time, but today should be the day he’d finally get let out. At this point, he was ready to be a sacrifice to the Goddess, if it meant he didn’t have to spend another day stuck inside of Ali

For Magical Purposes


    
After several hours of waiting, Robert was finally next in line. Not that he minded waiting, the outside tent was cool, and he was getting a month’s pay for showing up and failing whatever test he’d be put through. The tent flap opened, and the same woman as always poked her head out, “Next.” Robert got up and walked into the inner tent. Inside were five very bored

    
Gina relaxed on her couch, scrolling her phone idly. Her phone buzzed, giving her the four-hour notice on her flight. She reluctantly got up, grabbed her backpack with her book and Switch in it, and headed out the door. It was a short drive to her client’s house, just a couple of neighborhoods over. The GPS told her to stop early, but the caravan of cars helped her find the right place.


   

    
The vore casino’s lobby wasn’t nearly as busy as the parking lot would have you believe. Other than a diminutive Asian woman sporting an enormous belly relaxing on a chair with her eyes closed, only a single receptionist manned the circular desk sandwiches between 2 sets of double doors. Peter approached the receptionist, a cute blond with a ponytail in a collared shirt embroidered with the words “Vore Casino” on one breast and th