DrWeir

(Mass TF, People to Various) Linda loved the mall, and didn’t care who knew about it. This had always been true in her life, and no news warning would stop her. Sure, she knew that Reality Shifters existed. But why would she let that stop her? “After all, my boyfriend is a cop.” Linda blinked. Did she say that last part out loud? Weird, that “isn’t like me. Uh, what’s going on?” A small, nervous smile started to spread across her face. “This has to be some kind of joke, right?” Mercifully, nobody seemed to have noticed… For now, at least. She tried to calm herself, but couldn’t shake the feeling that “I’m about to be some kind of cosmic joke, aren’t I?” “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. There’s plenty of people that don’t seem to think there’s anything funny about what I do.” The voice was a woman’s, “and a cute one too from the sound of it.” “Aw, thanks!” Linda turned to find a blue-haired girl with a ponytail smiling at her. Before Linda could ask her anything, the girl spoke in her

Aria stood at the mouth of the cave. Its gaping maw stretched high above her, baring its stalactite teeth in a vain attempt to frighten her. The young witch pushed up her pointy hat to better gaze at the fascinating formation. “So, Jena. Are you ready for your lesson?” Aria turned to her apprentice. Jena was a fox standing a foot taller than Aria, which wasn’t saying much as the red panda witch was already pretty short. She didn’t have a pointy hat, instead choosing to let her hair flow freely down to her shoulders. She stared at the cave with relative disinterest. “We’re researching monsters today, right? What monsters would we find in a simple cave besides slimes? “You’re correct! Slimes can’t regulate their own body heat, so they stay in caves like these with other monsters to stay warm. Not to mention the moisture from the stream running through here keeps them hydrated. The perfect breeding ground for slimes.” She pointed to the stream that broke off from the main river

Original Story: Horror/fetish focus Content: female weight gain, stuffing, cooking prep/vore, VERY dark themes --- “What is up my fellow ectophiles? Today, we’re going to be urban explor- “Ectophiles? That’s what you call your audience? Do you realize how stupid that sounds?” A lightly tanned hand moves a phone camera over towards a short figure clad in baggy jeans and a torn hoodie. The small woman stared over at the recording device with a tired and befuddled expression, her drooping eyes framed by ragged strands of frazzled black hair. “... yes Ellie, I know it sounds stupid. That’s the point. Saying stupid stuff like that is just all the rage right now. Makes people share your stuff around. It's viral marketing, remember?” “I just don’t get how you can say this crap and not feel like an ass, Claire.” The taller woman cocked her head in indignation and let out an exasperated sigh. She placed one hand on her wide hips, which slightly peeked over the rim over her tight

(F to Cow) “What a needy girl you are,” Candace laughed. She reached for the pail, letting it clank loudly before approaching her prized heifer. Even though it had only been a few weeks, she’s gotten gallon after gallon from the cow with no end in sight. “Ready for round… Fourteen? Fifteen? Who’s even counting at this point?” Arianna’s reply was a dimwitted moo, one undercut with the irresistible need to be milked. She pressed her thighs against her udder, though she didn’t have the mental capacity to do much more than exist. Funnily enough, it wasn’t too far from how she’d been as a girl… xXx Arianna heard a neigh from upstairs, followed by a few loud thumps. Honestly, she was fairly certain it came from her Daddy’s study. She pursed her lips, mulling over the thought as she flipped through her magazine. Then her eyes caught a particularly interesting article about a new movie with that funny-named actor, and found herself giggling. The noise died down soon enough anyways, so it

Contains: rapid pregnancy, weight gain, breast/ass expansion, shameless fetish content Vivi sighed happily, fingers idly dipping a tortilla chip into her plate of steak nachos. She did it lazily, dragging the chip around to collect all the delicious guacamole and sour cream and delectable bits of sliced steak, then slowly brought it to her mouth and bit down, savoring the taste of salt and cream on her lips. “Mmm,” she purred, and rested her chin on her hand as she gazed off into the distance. A bit of sour cream fell off the chip and landed with a ‘splat’ on her right breast. She giggled, dragging a finger over the heaving boob to scoop it up, and licking it clean. “Oopsie,” she mused to herself. Vivi was a beautiful blonde woman with smooth skin, free from blemishes, pouty lips, and bright green eyes. And she was also plump – there was no other word for it, nor would Vivi want to hear that word if it existed. She was doughy, fat, chubby, but most of all sexy. Her wide hips