June sat on the couch watching television one evening. She was a chubby woman with brown hair and green eyes. She wore a T-shirt and sweatpants and was all around being lazy. She was watching reruns of a sitcom that had aired nearly 20 years ago.The front door opened and her daughter, Alice, walked in. Alice was basically a mini version of her mother, just quite a bit slimmer. She had her backpack slung over her back on one strap. She slowly released it and dropped it on the floor.“Ugh, I'm ba

Sydney was new in this rural town. She'd moved in only about a week prior. The townsfolk were all very kind, and we're all farmers of some sort. Sydney herself was a mildly successful author, though she didn't talk about it much due to the subject matter. You see, Sydney wrote erotica; specifically vore erotica. Despite vore being an extremely normal and accessible thing, there were those who preferred to enjoy it on a fictional level, avoiding being eaten since, well, you're being eaten.

Mrs. Johnson idly sat outside the principal's office of her son's highschool. Her son, Danny, was 18 and in his final year of highschool. He was only months from graduation now, and she was elated that he'd be moving on to the next milestone in his life. A teacher opened the office door and looked at the middle aged mother. "Mrs. Thompson can see you now," the woman stated, holding the door open for her. Mrs. Johnson stood, brushing her tube skirt as she stood. She still wore her formal wear