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Big, Booty-ful Beauty in a Book StoreSimone was in San Francisco enjoying the sites after her modeling gig in Los Angeles. While touring the streets, she came upon a site that drew her in the most: a door with the colors of the rainbow made in a 60s psychedelic style. On the top of the door was a depiction of an eye and below it read the words “Trippy Tess’ Book Store.”“I can only assume that this book store is just as trippy as Tess herself,” said Simone. Just then, the eye on the door suddenly blinked and Simone felt a hypnotic gaze come upon her. Feeling drawn in, she opened the door and went inside the book store.The store led Simone down a flight of stairs until she came upon another door. However, that door was a lot smaller than the door back upstairs, but Simone managed to fit herself through it after opening it. She then found herself falling for a bit, landing on her bottom after hitting the floor.“Welcome to my book store!” echoed a woman’s voice. From behind a bookshelf emerged a small woman with short blonde hair wearing a pink floral print dress that extended down to her knees; she also happened to be wearing a pair of blue jeans underneath her dress. “Are you Trippy Tess?” asked Simone.The woman laughed and replied, “Please, just call me Tess! And once again I welcome you to my book store!” Simone said, “Why are you and your store so small?” Tess laughed again and said, “I’m not small; you’re just big! I see you were drawn in by the Eye of Dreams. Anyone who looks at the eye will have their dreams manifest when they enter my book store. And it seems like your dream was to leave a big impression.”“Tess, my dreams are more of a reality for me,” said Simone. “But how can I check out any of the books when I’m the size of a tree?” Tess replied, “You’ll find that there’s more to my store than one might expect. I’ll leave you to browse around. Call me if you need something.” And with that, she disappeared behind one of the bookshelves.Simone looked through the shelves, but she couldn’t make anything out due to her size. She picked a book out of random which was about the size of a gumdrop compared to her. Suddenly, the book grew, surprising Simone that she almost fell back. “Talk about accommodations,” said Simone. Because the book was at a size where she could read it, she could make out what she held in her hand. On the book’s front cover read “The Element of Fire.” Simone opened the book and a stream of fire spewed from the pages, almost burning her. “This is clearly a safety hazard,” she said. As Simone attempted to put the book back, it shrunk back and placed itself back where she found it.She picked out another book and it also grew to accommodate her size. This one was titled “Passion,” and Simone took a quick read. She began to get aroused by some of the events of the book. “I see you’ve picked out one of my personal favorites,” said Tess as she appeared from behind one of the bookshelves. “I especially love it when-”“Ah! Hold it!” exclaimed Simone. “I think that I shall read some of this for myself.” She came upon a small reading area that also grew to make room for her. She hit her head on one of the lights, knocking it down. “Tess?” said Simone. “I think part of your expanding book store is a little slow on making room for me.” Tess replied, “Sorry about that. I’ve got to do something about that.” As Tess went to fix the light, Simone sat down to read the book.One hour later, Simone stopped reading the book and looked at her watch. “My God! Is it that late already?” she exclaimed. “This book was so good that I just lost track of time! I’ll purchase it and see when things go from there.”While trying to find Tess, Simone hit her foot on one of the bookshelves, causing her to clutch her foot in pain. The bookshelf that she hit fell into another bookshelf which caused a chain reaction akin to that of knocking down a row of dominoes. Simone lost her footing and fell upon Tess who was right behind her. Tess was met with Simone’s big booty as it fell on her.Simone felt Tess underneath her and pulled her out. “Sorry about all this,” she said. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I lost track of time and I wanted to buy this book so I can-” Tess said, “Don’t worry about it. Although it will take me all night to get everything back in order. As long as there are no books that have opened during all of this, we should be fine.”Across the room, a book about storms was open and from it emerged a giant tornado. The violent storm drew in multiple books as Simone and Tess held on the fallen bookshelves as much as they could. When their hands gave out, they were drawn into the tornado as well. But one of the books entitled “Monsters of the Deep” opened up, releasing a large quantity of water and making the tornado disappear.Simone was safely swimming in the water with Tess on her shoulder. Tess, seeing what had become of her bookstore, said, “I’ve never seen such a mess! I don’t think things can get worse!” Suddenly, Simone felt something grab onto her butt. She turned her head to find that she was being attacked by a giant squid.“I see you’re a fan of my butt,” said Simone. “But I don't like squid that way. I’ve seen enough that involve tentacles to know where this is going.” She grabbed the squid by its head to get it to let go, but the mollusk’s grip was too tight. Both Simone and Tess spotted something below the water that was big- bigger than even Simone at the size she was at, and bigger than the squid on her butt.From out of the water emerged a sperm whale that caught the squid in its teeth. The massive sea mammal caught Simone and Tess by surprise that neither of them noticed another book that drifted by. Simone unknowingly opened the book with her finger, which was titled “The Black Hole,” and a small black hole emerged.While it didn’t look like much, the black hole had a strong gravitational pull. Like the tornado before it, everything was pulled into it, including Simone and Tess. The two women spiraled inside the dark vortex within the black hole, wondering what was to become of them.Simone found herself back outside the book store just after snapping out of the hypnotic gaze of the eye on the door. “Well, that was a rather trippy dream,” she said. A blonde-haired woman opened the door from inside the book store and said, “Glad you can make it! My name is Tess, and you’re welcome to come to my book store!”Simone let out a nervous laugh and said, “Uh, no thanks. I was just checking out your door. I really like your choice of colors. Anyway, I have to go.” With a gentle wave, she backed up and walked away. Tess shrugged her shoulders and closed the door. “Too bad,” she thought. “I could’ve had a potential customer. Maybe I should tone things down with the Eye of Dreams.”
Why are my breasts growing?One day I was working at my desk, when I felt something pulling down on my chest.Fearing heart trouble, I rushed to the bathroom to catch my breath.Splashed my face with a bit of water, I looked in the mirror and tried to pull myself together. I noticed then that my breasts had grown. Through my thin white shirt I could see that my little bra was struggling.It wasn’t like that this morning. I could swear it.Perhaps I’m pregnant, I thought. Haven’t had sex in years though. Stupid.I went back to my desk and put it out of my mind. Still, I glanced down at my cleavage a couple more times. It was a novelty I guess. No one noticed my new developments that day.But then again, no one noticed me full stop at the office. I was part of the furniture.Just a lowly secretary you wave to on your way in at 9 am, and then say “cheerio” to at 5.I walked home alone as usual. Winter, so I had my coat on to hide them. They were fun to play with, nice handfuls.At 28, I’d never expected something like this, kinda exciting.I lay on the couch watching TV all evening.Occasionally I’d reach under my top to have another squeeze. I woke up the next day with my left hand cupping my right boob.Something was different though. They were bigger. More than a handful now. My tiny bras were next to useless. Thick jumper at work that day, trying to cover them up.But couldn’t disguise the swell.Didn’t go unnoticed this time, caught a guy checking me out while I was handing out the mail. That’s never happened before. Back at home that night I tried to think. It didn’t make any god damn sense. But I couldn’t figure out if I was upset or not. Nice and plump and round. Squishy. Fun to hold, probably even more fun in the bedroom.Maybe I’ll be able to get a boyfriend at last, I thought, as I squeezed them and fingered myself. I passed out in my living room and woke up with to find them twice the size.Damn. They were too big now. Big as my head. No way to hide them.Found the heaviest jumper I owned but my boobs still stuck out like great big pieces of overripe fruit.No bra in sight that would fit them. Had to put up with them jiggling around like crazy.Coworkers noticed straight away. Rumours started: Since when did the secretary get a boob job?I shut them down. Confessed with tears in my eyes that they were growing on their own. Let Monica grope me in the bathroom just to prove it.Walking around the office, everyone’s eyes transfixed on my chest. More interested in me than their mail. Not used to this at all. Back in my apartment, I played with them some more that night.Still fun. Exciting, I guess. But worries were gnawing away at me now:They were too heavy. Back hurt. Clothes hopeless.Always wished to be big breasted, but was this too much?Oh well.Masturbated in bed anyway and accidentally slapped myself in the jaw with a heavy left tit in the process. Next day. Oh crap. Boobs ginormous. Big as bloody watermelons, down to my navel.Nothing in the wardrobe fit obviously. But worse now: Couldn’t even get my coat round them.Stuffed them into a jumper, but they kept emerging out the bottom.No surprise when my boss calls me into her office. I’ve caused a real scene, she says. No decency I have, apparently.But even she can see on my face that I never asked for any of this. Get the rest of the day off work, supposed to go get some proper clothes. Walking trough town was horrible. Everyone staring at the big breasted woman with no bra on.I manage to make it to a lingerie shop but everyone working there looks younger than me.Go to the fitting rooms and take my top off. I can hear the other girls snickering behind my back as two people try and cram my boobs inside another stupid bra. Exhausted. I go home to lie down. My tits are so heavy now they nearly wind me as I collapse to the sofa.Spent hundreds on new bras and tops. I’m gonna lose it these things keep growing.Feeling distraught, but the worst is the fact that I’m still so horny.Masturbate and play with my giant tits for a bit. Fun in the moment, but feel like a complete idiot afterwards. Next morning I wake up and feel a bit better. Boobs have grown again, but less than expected. Looks like I might be plateauing.Stupid size though. Heavy as shit. New bra barely on the alphabet.Put on my new stretchy top and a red cardigan too.Still look like a porn star but it’s the best I can manage. Get to work to find everyone acting like they weren’t waiting for me to arrive. Word’s gotten around it seems.Never had quite so many people at reception before, it’s almost like they care who I am now.Not just men though, oddly. Lot of women too. They come and they chat and pretend not to stare down my top.Try my best to do my work, boobs taking up so much room now though. By the end of the day I’ve lifted them up onto the desk. Looks ridiculous, but it’s a load off my back at least. That evening I don’t even wait for my front door to slam shut before I take off my bra. Horrible thick straps dig into my shoulders and back like binds. I wander around topless making dinner, cradling my boobs in my arms. At one point I catch my reflection in the window for a second and admire my off-balanced proportions.I start masturbating without thinking. Only snap out of my trance when the smoke alarm goes off. The next morning I know something strange is going on. I can’t stop touching my own boobs.They’re a bit bigger today, but I can still just about get them in my dumb giant bra. For some reason I like the way they look: Squishy cleavage blooming out of my top like freshly baked bread. A feeling of frustration comes over me when I know I have to leave for work. Really want to stay at home and play with them. A lot of strangers in the building today.Dunno who told the world that a girl with giant breasts was working here. Everyone thinks they’re being subtle, but I can see them all staring, watching me as I struggle to carry boxes and stacks of paper through the offices.Open cleavage a foot in length in this top, so hard to blame them, I suppose. Hard not to look at it myself.My heart flutters every time my boobs brush up against someone’s arm in the corridor, which happens a lot. It’s freezing cold outside, yet I’m sweating even before I’m halfway home. Slam the door and strip naked. Don’t even care that my curtains are wide open. Just want to feel my massive tits again.Lie down on the icy floor and just toss them around in my arms for hours. I cover them in baby oil and laugh as I struggle to keep hold of the heaving floppy masses. They weigh a ton.Eventually I decide to wedge a vibrator in between the couch cushions so I can keep going with my hands free. I wake up with my vibrator still inside of me and a hollow in my stomach.Didn’t even eat dinner last night. Just played with myself until I passed out.Feel like a wretch. I have a problem. I know that I do. But I don’t know what the problem’s name is.Boobs are bigger again, too. At work my mind drifts. I try my best not to, but I keep finding myself prodding parts of my bare cleavage with my fingers without realising. Underneath my desk I use my hands to lift up my chest and drop it back down onto my lap to feel the weight.Monica catches me doing it. She asks if everything’s okay.Apart from the fact I’m falling in love with my own tits, everything’s swell.But I don’t tell her that. At the weekend I decide to go out. The growth is slowing, but they’re still spilling out of everything I bought from last time.I head back to the same lingerie shop. I scowl at the shop girl and demand a bigger bra. Nothing in stock of course, but they find me one that has a bit more leeway. It’s a hideous white thing for grandmas, not nearly worthy of mine, but there’s nothing else, they say.Spend the rest of the day shopping for clothes. I want them to look cute. Walking around town is harder than before. People gasp when they see me.I hear women whisper to each other, wondering how I can carry these things around. Men laugh and point. Some whistle at me, and say despicable things. I know it’s not safe for me out here.I feel scared, but find an odd sort of comfort when seeing my reflection in a shop window. I bought myself a nice dress. It’s blue and has flowers on it.There’s a strip of fabric that I can tie around the middle and cinch the waist in.It doesn’t fit my chest properly, but I like the revealing nature of it, it’s the first time I’ve felt sexy in my life.I want to wear it out, so I head to a coffee shop. Heads turn and my face flushes when I take off my coat inside.I sit with my latte and read a book, resting an elbow on each boob. Sunday’s a write off. I try to make a start on the armchair I’ve been putting off reupholstering.I sit cross legged on the cold living room floor with my naked breasts resting in my lap.Every few minutes though I get distracted. Lose half an hour each time just playing with them. I manage to go most of the day without masturbating though: a win, however pathetic it may be. By the evening I can’t wait any longer. My humungous breasts have been staring back at me in my reflection all day like soft seductive whales. I can’t keep my hands off them.But halfway through rubbing myself down with oil: a knock at the door.Fuck off. I reluctantly stretch my old dressing gown around myself and go answer. A boy at the door. A cute one. I know him, he lives across from me. Clean shirt and a recent haircut, smells nice.He always seemed like a sensible and plain person, just like I used to be.I start to feel foolish for getting angry now. But more so self-conscious that my dressing gown keeps slipping off my greasy body. The boy’s obviously nervous to be speaking to me.He’s desperately trying not to look at my chest which I’m also trying my best to cover from him.Eventually gets around to explaining why he’s here. He asks, as his cheeks turn bright pink, if I could “maybe close my curtains”.Shit. God knows what he must have seen. Our windows are directly opposite each other.I apologise profusely, confess that I’m an idiot and that it won’t happen again.Out of panic I invite him in for a cup of tea. For some reason he accepts. I’m a wreck. Never invited a boy into my house before. I try to stop my hands from shaking as I boil the water and place two chipped mugs down on the kitchen table in front of him.He’s too polite to say anything but I know that I look like a mess. I have to use one hand to keep the dressing gown over my chest. He must know that I’m naked under here. The boy is talking about something but I can’t keep my focus: my mind is at war with itself.The old sensible me is lost somewhere deep down, half-drowned.She’s fighting against the scoundrel I’ve become.God. I want to do it. Strip off the dressing gown and let him see.I’d love to watch his dorky expression drop, his glasses steam up, as he witnesses my enormous breasts in the flesh. But I don’t. My boring old self dies hard, and with her last breath she clasps that dressing gown firm over my chest.We finish up our tea. The boy tells me something about the apartment building. I nod and say “uh huh”.I lead him back to the front door, down through the long narrow corridor.But then, at the last second, he tries to squeeze past me, and for a fleeting moment I have him. Stuck. Lodged in between the wall and my tits. I feel his pulse accelerate. He recognises what he’s done and tries to launch himself free, but in doing so he yanks the dressing gown off my body. It tumbles to a heap between my legs.I stand there before him naked.My engorged breasts swing around pendulously in the frigid air, leading his pupils from left to right. Neither of us say anything. I feign a state of shock, but I only want to prolong the moment.I lose track of time. But then, I see it. Below his jeans, a small rise.It seems foolish to speak the word, so I take an unsubtle glance at his crotch and recede coyly to the living room.I worry once inside that I was not clear enough, this is all new to me. But a few moments later, he joins me, already in the process of removing his shirt. I push him down onto my couch.The boy’s body quivers as I pull down his jeans. He seems even more nervous than I am.Under his boxer shorts his penis is hard. Its eye is looking right at me.It seems small, but I don’t mind.I heave up my breasts in both my arms and slam than down on top of his lap. His slender body is practically consumed underneath me. The power of them is intoxicating.A nanosecond later, I feel a sticky warmth in between my boobs. The boy starts blabbering some kind of apology, but I’m not really listening. I collect up the uncontrollable heaps of flesh from off of his lap. His dick is already shrivelling back down again, transparent tendrils of sticky cum connect our bodies together. I can tell he’s so embarrassed he wants to cry.I just look down at him emotionless and don’t say anything. I don’t even know what to say. The boy leaves. I slump back down on the couch and smile to myself.Should I be upset? I wonder. I’m not though. I feel a weird thrill. It seems right in a way. Expected. I’m out of breath now from carrying my boobs around.If they can do that to a guy in less than a second, who knows what else they can do.I always knew they were special. I don’t need boys anyway.I scrabble under the couch to find my vibrator and set it up, swishing my curtains closed before I get down to business.I slip it inside me and feel the mind-wiping buzz of ecstasy seize hold of my brain from the inside out.I lift and heave and squish and compress my ginormous bosom in my arms. The way that only I know how. Who could really be worthy of them? Surely only me, I thought. *** I wake up on Monday morning. My body is stiff and cold. I’m sick. Too many nights sleeping naked in the freezing air of my living room probably.I get up and look at myself in the mirror. My boobs have grown a bit more so that makes me happy, despite the banging pain in my head.I get to work late, snot down dripping onto my top lip. I don’t really feel like working. So I spend the day playing with my boobs at my desk. I like the loud crashing sound they make whenever I drop them on my keyboard. Eventually I end up breaking it, so I can’t do anything else. I spin around on my chair.There’s a lot of commotion around me today for some reason but I can’t really focus on any of it. Around midday some people show up and force me to leave my desk. Some middle-aged woman and a few other men take me round to an empty room. One of them is dressed like a policeman.The woman places a blanket around me and calls me dear. She tells me to sit on a bench while she goes in another room. I don’t really understand why.I’m left with the policeman. Hard to tell if he wants to look at my boobs.I then realise that I’m not wearing anything.
metamorphosis life, has been so beautiful since i saw the sun andit's powerto paint the canvas of the sky in it's own reflection.i imagine it scatteracross the iceand i chase this vision with confidence. i have seen the light, its soulgently taps on the window i've beendaydreaming beside, and says, "Let's go child, it's about time you used your wings."I wake up from my dreamby clicking my heelsonce, twice, thriceand take flight.[and on my journey back to the other side, i take only what i need; everything else serving as a lesson. ]
abysspull me intothe depths of reality.where everythingis an illusion,and our existence.is insignificant.[egodeath.]
Untitledglitter falls from the ceiling and siftsthrough the palms of your hands.the cosmos says you are divine,and commands each constellation to breathe deeply into yourlungs; you choke on stardust. light shines through the cracks of your bodyand you blind the world from your shrine, showing off thebeautiful creature you weremeant to be.[a glimmer of mischief sparkles in your eyes . you say "well, the universe gave me this power, purpose..." ]...
City CookiesWARNING: This story contains vore. which some people may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.The universe is a big place, and there's sometimes a few small things you can run into out there. Who am I, you might ask? I am but a simple woman- a woman who can't get enough of cookies. What else can I say? I love cookies! I love going to other planets to find the best cookies each world has to offer. I just can't get enough of them!During one of my travels, I came to a measly little planet called Earth. At first I thought that it was one of those backwater planets that was intentionally left out of the galactic maps, but what I saw on the monitors of my ship convinced me otherwise. When my ship came within the Earth's orbit, I was shown images of the various cities that populate the planet. Surely cities of that beauty would make the best cookies, and I was about to find out.Going to an invention of mine, I picked one of the cities displayed on the monitors. I turned the machine on and watched the magic happen. On the center monitor, I watched as a blue light enveloped the city. And then suddenly, the city vanished, leaving behind a crater where it once stood. The city reappeared under my invention where I could easily pick it up. If I was on that planet down there, my size alone would strike fear into those that gaze upon me. But with one of their cities right here in my hand, I have no need to do that. Even though they're too small to be seen by me, I can feel that the lifeforms in that city are fearful of my presence as I watch over them,wondering what would become of them. I knew exactly what was to become of them, hence why I have the city in my hands.Mmm! It tastes better than I thought it would! One taste was all that was needed to know that I held one of the best cookies in the universe! And with half of that tiny city gone, it was fitting that the rest of it shall join my belly!With one bite, the tiny tantalizing towers filled my taste buds with excitement! I savored every last building in my mouth before I chewed them up and swallowed them. All that was left of the cookie was the part of the city that I licked up. Not letting good food go to waste, I simply ate the other half.It was rather astounding that a planet with such delicious cookies was never discovered before. Whatever the case was, I knew that I must have more! I collected as many cities as I could with my invention and helped myself to every one of them. The screams that I heard from the tiny lifeforms were why I could not stop eating these great cookies. There was nothing that could keep me away, except...In no time at all, I had devoured every last cookie that I had gathered. And on the monitors, I saw that I had picked every city clean from the planet, and they were now sitting inside my belly. Like I said, I can't get enough of cookies, and that planet down there had the best cookies I could ask for.And after that fulfilling trip, I think I'll head home. Maybe I'll come back and those tiny lifeforms will have rebuilt their cities. If not, then I have another device for their entire world. Until I come back, thank you for the cookies, Earth!
Devoured DateWARNING: This story contains vore, which some people may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.Sheila and Todd had been dating a little over a month since their first meeting back in Hoboken. Over time, their love had truly blossomed… of chemistry, of course. It was obvious that if it’s one thing they had in common, it’s their love of chemistry.But even beyond their love of chemistry, Sheila and Todd loved just about everything about each other. Whether it was Sheila’s attractive looks or Todd’s nerdy yet charming personality, there was always something that the other found appealing. But pretty soon, Todd would get to know a bit of Sheila both inside and out, but mostly on the inside.At Sheila’s apartment, she and Todd were enjoying some fine wine together when Todd said, “I’ve always wanted to ask you this, but I don’t know how you would feel.” Sheila replied, “You can ask me anything.” Todd then said, “How would you feel about tasting me?” Sheila spat out her wine in shock and then asked, “What brought that on?”Todd replied, “Ever since on that day when you devoured Mr. Fine and freed us from his reign, I saw you in a new light. I’ve had dreams about you devouring me each night and I was wondering…” Sheila said, “You want me to shrink you down and play with you in my mouth?” Todd nodded and said, “If you would, please.”“If you say so,” said Sheila. She grabbed Todd’s wine glass, poured some wine in and added her pink shrinking pill in it. After the pill quickly dissolved in the wine, she handed the glass back to Todd. “This should be able to make your dream come true,” said Sheila. “In fact, it will.”Todd drank the wine and said, “I don’t know how this will make my dream come true, but I can-” He felt a dizzying sensation from the added pill that was in his wine and passed out on Sheila’s sofa. “Pretty soon, your dream will be a reality,” said Sheila. As soon as Todd started shrinking, Sheila took him to her bedroom when he was small enough to fit in her hand.Inside her bedroom, she placed the shrunken Todd as he was about to wake up. Todd looked around Sheila’s bedroom, surprised to find everything around him much bigger than he was. “Am I dreaming?” said Todd. “No, you’re pretty much awake,” replied Sheila who was standing over him. “And I’m here to make your dream a reality.”She gently picked Todd up and tickled his feet with her tongue. “Is this what you wanted?” said Sheila. “Very much so!” replied Todd. “I would greatly appreciate it if you stuck me in your mouth. I’m sure you’ve done this before.” Sheila said, “It’s like you’re getting to know me! Anyway, if you insist.”Upon Todd’s request, she stuck the little man’s legs in her mouth and slowly pushed him inside. “That’s it!” said Todd. “Play with me like a piece of candy!” When Todd’s head disappeared inside her lips, Sheila played with him with her tongue, tasting every bit of him from head to toe. “This is more like it!” thought Todd.Just then, Sheila’s cell phone rang, and Sheila, not thinking for a second, swallowed Todd. She answered the phone and spoke to the person on the other end saying, “I don’t know who you’re looking for, but you have the wrong number.” After hanging up, she realized what she had done. “Todd!” she gasped. “I’m sorry! It was a force of habit!”She tried whatever she could to get herself to throw Todd up. She tried inflicting a gag reflex by sticking her finger in her mouth, but it did not work. She even tried looking up some gross things online to get her to throw up, but that also didn’t work. Meanwhile, Todd had just landed in Sheila’s stomach. “Sheila?” he said. “I do hope you plan on getting me out of here and don’t see me as your food now!”Back with Sheila, she was running downstairs desperate on what she should do. “Maybe I should have him surgically removed,” she thought. “But then, people will start asking questions, like how he got so small. But even if I made it to the hospital, he will have been digested by that time.” As soon as she exited the building, she had a run-in with an unlikely, yet familiar face.It was a woman with burgundy red hair and amber eyes who was holding a handbag. “You’re Monica McQuinn!” exclaimed Sheila. “What are you doing here in New York City? I haven’t seen you since that pie-eating contest!”“Don’t remind me,” said Monica. “I still have over three dozen pies back home in Chicago. As for why I’m here, I’m here to see the sights of the Big Apple. A magic maid needs a vacation every once in a while.”“Speaking of magic,” said Sheila. “You used magic to shrink the spectators, right?” Monica replied in an aggravated manner, “I said not to remind me! It wasn’t even worth it at the end!” She calmed down and then said, “Anyway, yes, I did use magic. It’s part of what makes me a magic maid. Why do you ask?” Sheila responded, “I was hoping you can use your magic to get my date out of my stomach.”Monica said, “You swallowed your date?” Sheila replied, “It wasn’t on purpose! He wanted me to taste him because of a dream he had, and then-” Monica interrupted Sheila by saying, “Say no more. I think I can help you. Take me to where you live and we can work this out.” Sheila led Monica up to her apartment.Inside Sheila’s apartment, she and Monica sat down on the sofa and Monica pulled out her spell book. She looked through the spell book to find out what spell she could use to help out both Sheila and Todd. She stopped on a page and said, “I think this will do it. But first, I have to know if the person is still in there.”Monica put her ear up to Sheila’s belly where she could hear the cries of Todd. “Is there anyone out there who can hear me?” said Todd. “The digestive juices are starting to get to me!” Monica said, “There’s no time to lose! It’s time to use this spell right now!” Sheila said, “Well, can’t you just use that magic rope thing to just pull him out of my stomach like you did with-” Monica glared angrily at Sheila, stopping her from saying any more. “I’m sorry,” said Sheila.“Have you ever tried shoving a rope down your own throat?” said Monica. “A magic rope is no different. Anyway, this spell involves placing my hand on your stomach. If you don’t mind.” Sheila nodded and said, “I don’t mind at all.” Monica put her hand on Sheila’s stomach and read the incantation on the page.Meanwhile, in Sheila’s stomach, Todd was sitting by as the digestive fluids were up to his waist. “I guess this is it for me,” he thought. “It makes me wish this was all just a dream. Then I could wake up before-” Just then, a green magical bubble appeared from behind Todd and trapped him inside it. “Now I know I must be dreaming!” he said. The bubble floated to the top and entered into Sheila’s esophagus.Back with Sheila and Monica, the former said, “Are you sure this is working?” Monica replied, “He should be coming back out right about…” Sheila felt the urge to throw up, but she let a burp instead, with Todd coming out of her mouth. Monica caught the bubble and got Todd out of it. She put him on the ground and used her magic to restore him to his normal size.“I’m so sorry!” said Sheila. “I didn’t mean to eat you! It was a force of habit!” Todd said, “I understand. And now I can say that now that I’ve lived my dream, I won’t be going through that ever again. Anyway, who’s your friend here?”“This is Monica McQuinn,” said Sheila. “I was up against her in a pie-eating contest and she- Oh, right.” Monica sighed and said, “Might as well tell you instead of keeping it to myself. So here’s how it went…”As Monica told her story of how she and Sheila met, the three of them enjoyed some wine together. Sheila and Todd still went out to dinner occasionally, but Todd learned that while Sheila is nice to go to dinner with, he wouldn’t want to risk being her dinner, even from just being played around.
A Feast Fit for TwoWARNING: This story contains vore, which some people may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.On what started on a typical normal day, Miriam went to a restaurant and took a seat by one of the outdoor tables. She looked through the menu to see what looked the most appetizing to her, until went to the bottom to find the word “soup” next to a word that was marked over.A waiter came to the table Miriam was sitting at and asked, “Have you decided on what you’re going to order?” Miriam said, “Do you know what this is at the bottom?” The waiter replied, “That was our special. It was the newest addition to our menu, and we only served it once. Only one person ordered our special, and let’s just say that it lead to a big problem.”“Believe me, I had worse,” said Miriam. “I’ll have the special.” The waiter gasped and said, “You don’t understand! You have no idea what it will do to you!” Miriam said, “I’m willing to try it.” The waiter sighed heavily and said, “Okay then. One special coming up.”A few minutes later, the waiter brought Miriam a bowl of the special. Miriam saw that said special looked like bubbling blue ooze that looked like it wasn’t fit for consumption. “So this is the special?” said Miriam. “I can see why you were so hesitant to serve it. Well, here goes nothing.”She dipped her spoon into the special and took a tiny taste of it. She found that it tasted better than it looked, with a meaty flavor combined with vegetables. “This tastes wonderful!” said Miriam. “What’s in this special?” The waiter replied, “That is a secret is all I can tell you.” Miriam then said, “Well, whatever’s in it certainly gives it an alluring taste.”20 minutes later, Miriam had finished the special. “I’ve got to say, that was the best stew I ever had,” she said. “Check, please.” The waiter handed Miriam the check and said, “I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I’m thinking the last person who ordered the special had kind of a big reaction to it.” Miriam paid for her meal and left the restaurant. As he watched Miriam leave, the waiter thought, “If nothing happens to her within the hour, I’ll put the special back on the menu.”Not too long after she left the restaurant, Miriam felt a strange sensation within her stomach. “Agh! What was in that special anyway?!” she said. Suddenly, the strange sensation within her stomach stopped and another sensation took place. Miriam has suddenly started to grow until she reached a height of 30 feet.“When that waiter said that the special lead to a big problem, he wasn’t kidding,” said Miriam. “I don’t see this as much of a problem, except that I need to eat something really quickly.”Coming Miriam’s way was another woman her size with brown hair wearing a miniskirt with a matching top that looked too small for her breasts. The two of them bumped into each other with their massive busts bouncing off of one another, and the two giantesses fell on their butts with a loud thud.“Sorry about that,” said Miriam. She was surprised at first at the woman who was the same size as her, but then asked, “Did you have the special as well?” The woman replied, “Yes, I did. It tasted better than it looked, but it didn’t fill me up as I expected.” Miriam said, “Exactly how I’m feeling right now.” She looked down at a hot dog cart and picked it up. “This may not be much to me at this size, but it will do.”She opened her mouth and poured the contents in the cart inside of it. She even dropped the cart in her mouth as well. “Well, that’s a start,” said the woman. “Anyway, my name’s Jill, and together, let’s fill ourselves on whatever we can find in this city!” Miriam replied, “Let’s go!”The two of them went around the city picking up people and devouring them. At one point, Miriam and Jill even resorted to eating people in cars along with the cars themselves. Just like with Miriam and the hot dog cart, it was just because they were that hungry.They both grew another 30 feet from eating whatever they could and became shocked at first. “Do you think this is also because of the special we ate?” asked Miriam. “It must be,” replied Jill. “The bigger we are means there’s a lot more for us!”A pair of buses was passing by Miriam and Jill. They each grabbed a bus and, like the people in the cars, consumed everyone that was inside. Jill was a little bit on the messy side as some of the people fell from the bus and between her giant breasts. “This always seems to happen to me,” said Jill.After gulping down her bus, Miriam said, “It happens to me sometimes. It comes with having such big boobs.” Jill smiled and said, “If you want, would you help yourself to some of the people in my boobs?” Miriam replied, “Sure.” They took turns picking the people out from Jill’s cleavage and dropping them in their mouths. Jill finished her meal by devouring the bus she held in her hand as well.The whole ordeal continued until both Miriam and Jill grew to a height of 500 feet, and yet their hunger had not subsided. They turned their attention to a building that was 600 feet tall, and they both walked up to it on different sides.They then pressed against the building at the same time, causing the top of it to fall off into Miriam’s bust. Miriam picked up the top of the building and shook the people inside it into her mouth before passing it to Jill who ate whoever was still inside with part of the building itself.Another moment of growth from their meals had Miriam and Jill become bigger than the city they were in. “Would you look at that?” said Miriam. “About over an hour ago, we were that city. And now it looks like nothing but a model. What do you think we should do?” Jill replied, “Do you even have to ask?”She and Miriam got on their knees and lapped up the city with their tongues. Dozens of miles of land, many structures that filled the metropolis, gone in the blink of an eye. They went about the land and lapped up even more cities to fill their hunger. The people had wondered if the end of the world was happening right before them. Unfortunately for them, they were not wrong.The two continued to grow while they were licking the planet like it was an ice cream cone with Miriam on the west and Jill on the east. When the Earth was about the size of a milk ball in their eyes, Miriam said, “I think you can have what left. I feel as though I’m finally full.” Jill said, “I suppose I’ve got room for this one piece of food.”Jill popped the planet in her mouth just like a milk ball. With one last push followed by a swallow, the Earth was gone. “Every bit of that was satisfying!” said Jill as she patted her stomach. “But I can’t help but think of one thing: what do you think was in that special that made us grow to this extent?” Miriam replied, “Not that I’m complaining, but I think someone in the kitchen would have tried it out before serving it to customers. But then again, I wouldn’t have met you and had such a fun meal.” Jill said, “Me too.”
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