Is this seat taken


The evening light reflected on the bus windows like amber honey, diffused and heavy in the stagnant air of a day just past its prime. I always loved this hour. The hush of commuters, the low rumble of the bus engine beneath me, and the faint crackle of worn leather seats trying to bear the load of my abundance. It was a kind of solace, really, being cradled by something so steady when the world often struggled to accommodate a woman of

“Ahhhhhh!~”


Grasping at the thumb digging into her chest, Myla’s focus was stolen by a sudden wave of musty warmth colliding with her elevated form. Its source, a vocal exhalation that would send a shiver down her spine. Shifting Myla’s vision from the pinching digit instead to a parting pair of lush lips. The act of which alone would cause a sudden instinctual fear to swell within her heart. Until that point squirming and

My name is Chloe, and I’m an ER nurse. You don’t go into this line of work unless you have a desire to help people. I care deeply about my patients and take pride in being a source of comfort during their worst moments. But there’s a part of me that doesn’t fit with the image of a selfless caregiver. It’s something I’ve never told anyone. I have an unshakable fascination with the idea of swallowing someone whole.
 
 
It started when I was a kid, this strange pull that I

Lyra woke with a start to her blaring alarm clock and frantically silenced it. She held statue still for a moment, straining to hear even the faintest of noises from her little brother’s room or that of her parents. The alarm clock silently ticked another minute by, the glowing numbers reading 4:01, and Lyra let out a soft sigh of relief.
Excitement bubbled in the eight-year-old girl as she carefully slid out of bed and tiptoed across her room. Carefully, quietly, Lyra opened the door and

There are few things more uncomfortable than waking up with a headache. Molly could now say with certainty that waking up with a headache while handcuffed, gagged, and dragged through a mysterious hallway by a hooded figure might be
slightly
worse. Torchlight flickered and reflected off her thick, almost comically large glasses, and she had to squint to prevent the pain in her head from flaring. 

Played with by my teacher




    

Jeremy entered into his college class like he always had, saying hi to a few people before turning shy and remaining silent for the rest of class. He was an average person in terms of height and weight, his looks, however, made him out to be a cute nerdy type, which is exactly what he was. Big green eyes and short brunette hair,

MACY, THE INSATIABLE GIANTESS






Macy



is



currently



waddling



through

the city,

CHLOE, THE GLUTTONOUS GOTH






Chloe is currently waddling down the school hallway, her enormously obese ass cheeks wobbling like crazy as her tremendously fat belly is still sloshing and squirming with a bunch of half digested cheerleaders packed in her stomach. She’s just gobbled down a bunch of those stupid bitches and now she couldn’t feel better at the idea of mercilessly churning t

CLAIRE, THE HUNGRY HOUSEWIFE






Claire

is



lazily



resting

on the

couch

,

crushing

EMMA, THE GLUTTONOUS STEPMOTHER






Emma

is



currently



sitting

on the

couch

,

crushing

ISABEL, THE

RAVENOUS LEFTIST






Isabel

is



lazily



laying

on

her

ELIZABETH, THE BOTTOMLESS TEACHER






Elizabeth



is



sitting



at



her

desk in front of

SAYAKA, THE INSATIABLE SUMO FIGHTER









Sayaka is sitting on a couch with her tremendously fat ass, crushing it under her enormously obese butt cheeks as she’s currently relaxing in her changing room while also getting ready for the upcoming sumo fight in the arena. Her massively fat ass and gigantic thighs are bursting out of her stretched sumo cloth

I took a deep breath.

Having a mere moment to gauge if my lungs could withstand the reach between gaps of air was besides the point.

I’ll just find a way,

is what I told myself. I felt the oxygen fill my chest, a bead of sweat roll down my cheek, and realized my world suddenly grew darker. My face was suddenly devoured by a hungry, drooling, soft pair of lips, then there was nothing left i

Duty Calls*beep, beep, beep* The warning siren blared through the entire police station as the department’s secret weapons unloaded their quarry following last night’s gang crackdown. “Shit! not again!” Officer Smith shouted in exasperation, running from his desk in such a hurry that he spilled his coffee all over the floor. He had good reason to hurry. Smith was a new officer in the department, and it was something of a rite of passage for new cops to do the most ignominious of all jobs

*guuurgle*“Well, someone’s hungry,” Jane lightly teased. Rebecca gave a little awkward smile and glanced away.“Guilty,” she admitted. Dim chatter filled their ears as the two girls walked down the campus hall together.“Well, let’s go find Jill and head to dinner.”“Sounds good to me. Any idea where she might be?”“If I know my sister, she’ll already be halfway to our room,” Jane said.“Oh, right, there’s a tes

"Hey! Hurry it up!" a gruff man cried out from his truck. "We've got a quota of 300 more redwoods to topple and we DON'T want to be still above ground when the rains hit in about an hour!" The foreman's threats paid off as the entire worksite became a bustle of movement. Thousands of lumberjacks and truckdrivers worked together to cut down the titanic redwoods around them. These trees were nothing like the trees they remembered from their homeworld. They were truly colossal being thicker in diam

James heard the dull thuds approaching and looked to the door. Through his glass wall, he watched it open. In walked June, dressed for business, as she’d been when they’d said goodbye. He looked at her straight on, but she did not immediately look at him. Her eyes flicked by him as she entered and turned toward her large, elaborate wardrobe. She seemed to be in a bit of a haze: with a distant gaze and a neutral, perhaps slightly unhappy expression.She opened the wardrobe and seemed t

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You can’t help but sigh in disappointment. These jobs are terrible. You’re plumbing the bottom of the barrel. You don’t think you can take another mind-numbing captcha or data scraping job. Lately, these crap jobs barely even pay for the computer time it takes you to do them, even if you work at 3am when the rates are cheapest. Like I’m doing now, you think, trying to suppress another ya