"From Assistant to Appetizer", Unaware vore short story

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"From Assistant to Appetizer", Unaware vore short story

Postby IsabellaEmber » Sun May 28, 2023 2:25 pm

As Josh stepped off of the elevator and into the facility, he instantly felt as though he’d stepped into a science-fiction film. He ran a hand through his short dark hair, gazing at the technology around him in absolute wonderment.
His boss, Ana (who was one of the biggest news anchors in L.A.) had sent him here to get more information regarding a new experimental technology being developed there. According to the buzz, it was a machine that could miniaturize atoms, in effect, shrinking anything it was aimed at. It was suggested that this technology would make shipping more affordable for the consumers, allowing more items to be shipped at once than ever before. Ana, however, was dubious. That previous evening, both she and Josh had been working late, producing the story for the next day’s broadcast. Ana bit her lip, and looked up from her computer screen.
“This reeks of late stage Capitalism,” she said.
Josh nodded. “I agree.”
“Definitely seems like a way to save costs by laying off more product handlers and truck drivers…” She trailed off. “Tomorrow morning, could you call the test facility and head over there? Talk to the scientist in charge, a mister…” She consulted her notes. “Mr. Shiragami. Try to coax a few more details out of him. Get anything you can.”
Josh nodded again. “Of course, ma’am.”
Ana raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Ana. Call me Ana.”
“Yes ma’am,” Josh said with a smirk of his own. They’d been working together for years, but Josh had never stopped referring to her in a professional manner. Truth be told, he was a little bit infatuated with her. She was gorgeous and brilliant. They were both in their early 30s. Ana was petite yet shapely, often wearing pretty blouses and form fitting, knee-length shirts or cute, almost retro-looking dresses. She had gorgeous light brown hair, either wavy or, like now, tied back in a bun.
Josh had often considered asking her out, but always felt maintaining a professional relationship was important. He valued their work together. Their partnership. He didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that. He wanted to be close to her, always. He’d do anything and everything she asked of him.
So it was that in the early AM hours of the next day, he found himself at the testing site, escorted onto the main floor by a receptionist.
“And here we have Dr. Shiragami,” she said, gesturing forward as she led Josh through the maze of peculiar looking devices and the busy technicians working on them.
The lead scientist turned upon hearing his name, looking up from a worktable.
“Ah, you must be the representative from the news station,” he said, with a wide grin. He shook Josh’s hand warmly. “I was actually just putting together a bunch of documents for you that might help your story.” He picked up a large envelope, overstuffed with paperwork. “We’re very excited about our work here, and we’re very eager for our story to get out there.”
Josh accepted the envelope, inclining his head. “Thank you. We want to break the story on our network this evening, so I’ll make sure this information gets to the lead anchor ASAP once I’m back at the station.” He set the envelope back down on the worktable, and took out his phone. “Do you mind if I took a few notes and photos?”
Over the next 20 minutes, Josh interviewed Dr. Shiragami, gathering all the details he could, as he’d been instructed.
“Do you have any concerns about any of this?” Josh asked.
The scientist shifted a little uncomfortably. “Off the record?” he asked in turn.
“Sure,” Josh said, pocketing his phone.
“Honestly, there is one hitch we haven’t quite worked out. We have no problem reducing the size of organic matter or basic products, but we’ve struggled with more complex items, such as computers. Technology frequently doesn’t seem to like the process, failing to work once it’s shrunk. When we return the item to its normal size, we find broken wires, short circuits, etc.”
Josh’s brow furrowed, as he listened with interest.
“But!” Shiragami said, raising a finger, “It’s early days yet. We have many theories as to why this might be occurring, and it’s only a matter of time until we have it solved.”
“Of course, I understand.” Josh put out his hand. Shiragami took it. “Thank you for your time, and all the information. I better head back before I miss the morning production meeting.”
“Of course, thank - ” Shiragami began, but was interrupted by a loud, tinny, POP sound.
***
Moments earlier, nearby, two technicians were inspecting one of the shrink rays. It was a massive piece of technology, almost looking like a tank without wheels and tread. Various tubes and cylinders all intersected in a confusing pattern forming a “base”, leading up to the main barrel from which the ray was projected when fired.
“I don’t understand it,” one of the techs said to the other. He was looking at a screen, which kept displaying “Error” every time they tried to turn the machine on. The other tech turned a valve, and suddenly a loud popping sound rang out, nearly deafening him.
Unknown to them, pressure had been building in one of the cylinders, and was suddenly released through a crack in the metal. A single, uncontrolled, invisible ray of the shrinking energy shot out, flying wild across the room.
Until it collided with Josh.
***
Josh felt like he was going to be sick, as he suddenly found himself in free fall. It had happened so fast, he didn’t have time to even grasp what had occurred. Had an explosion destroyed the building? Why hadn’t he been hurt, then? His arms wheeled as he fell end over end. He felt like the wind was carrying him, as if he was weightless. What in god’s name had happened?
Then, suddenly, he landed, roughly. After catching his breath for a moment, he rose to his feet, groaning.
The smell of paper and ink filled his nose. He looked around. He felt like he was in some sort of wide, pale cave. As his eyes adjusted to the low light, he saw that the ground underneath him was covered with words. It looked like a massive document. He looked up, and saw the same. He looked behind him, and saw what looked to be a high stack of massive, impossibly huge papers. For all intents and purposes, it appeared as if…
He was tiny, and standing amongst papers that had…
Been jammed into an overstuffed envelope.
His eyes widened. He remembered where he was, what the facility did.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered. He’d been shrunk.
***
Dr. Shiragami returned to where Josh had been. When he’d heard the POP, he’d ran in the direction of the sound. All the techs were swarming a faulty piece of equipment, and had not yet figured out what had happened. As they began further diagnostics, Shiragami returned to where the journalist had been. He found him gone. He scanned the room quickly and didn’t see him. His eyes fell on the envelope he’d prepared for him, and he sighed. He picked it up. He folded the top down, securely sealing it, and flagged down an aid.
***
Josh cried out as the world shifted under him. As he tumbled, he saw the massive face of Shiragami, appearing to be miles away. Suddenly, it was as if there was an eclipse. The light was cut off, and he was plunged into complete darkness. He heard booming voices from outside, and eventually settled in and listened. Shiragami was explaining that he, Josh, must’ve left the envelope behind, and instructed someone to run it over to the station. His ears perked up when he heard Ana’s name.
“She’s the lead anchor on the story,” Shiragami said. “Make sure it’s delivered to her promptly.”
“Yes sir,” the other voice said.
The walls seemed to close in around Josh a little tighter. Someone was holding the envelope close as they walked.
Josh felt like he might be sick again. The world swayed back and forth rhythmically as he was carried. He was grateful he’d only had a light breakfast.
***
Josh cursed. Even as the world kept abruptly moving all around him as he and the paper cargo were moved from place to place and from hand to hand, he’d managed to pull his phone out of his pocket. As he’d tried calling Ana, he’d found he didn’t have service. The phone turned on. His flashlight worked, his camera worked, everything worked, but the damned service…
Shiragami said technology didn’t work correctly after it was shrunk, he repeated silently to himself. He grit his teeth in frustration.
“Ana,” a voice outside the envelope said. Josh froze. Or, froze as much as he could as he kept thrashing around randomly as he was moved.
“Yes?” Ana’s familiar voice said.
“This arrived for you,” the other voice said. Josh recognized this voice as belonging to Jessica, an aid to one of the other station’s anchors.
“Oh, thank you.” The world lurch again as Josh was handed to Ana, or so he presumed.
***
“Fuck I’m hungry,” Ana muttered to herself, as she entered her office. She’d just gotten out of the morning production meeting, and was eager to dig into her lunch. In one hand she carried a tied takeout bag, holding a fresh, delicious-smelling salad. In the other, she held the envelope she’d just been handed.
So odd that Josh isn’t here, she thought. He was rarely late, and never absent. She’d noticed he wasn’t in the meeting, and assumed he’d been caught up in traffic coming back from his assignment. As she’d entered her office, she’d half expected to find him inside, already at work on tonight’s stories.
She sat down at her desk, setting her salad and the envelope down in front of her. She checked her phone. No missed calls or messages. Josh always called when he was running behind. She bit her lip, growing concerned.
Opening up her messages app, she typed one out to him.
Hey, you okay? Haven’t seen you all morning.
She frowned. The message showed it was sent, but undelivered.
What the hell is going on?
Pushing the concerns out of her mind as best she could, she focused on the task at hand: preparing for tonight’s show, and eating her damn lunch.
***
A crack of light entered the darkness, and Josh squinted. His eyes focused, and he saw Ana’s face looking down at him. Or, in his direction. There was no sign on her face that she’d actually noticed him.
Despite the insane situation and the related stress, Josh couldn’t help but gaze up at Ana. Her face was so gorgeous. Somehow, it seemed even more so now than ever. Her beautiful eyes and eyebrows, her cute, shapely nose, her full, plump lips. The red lipstick she wore perfectly complimented her complexion, eyes, and hair color. Just, gorgeous. It felt like he was looking up into the face of a divine being.
He shook his head, remembering himself and his situation. He opened his mouth to cry out. All this had occurred in just a brief moment, and before he could even speak, she shifted out of view, and everything turned upside down.
***
Ana sighed, looking at the overstuffed envelope. She was dedicated to knowing everything she possibly could about a story, and knew she wouldn’t be able to help herself from reading everything that had been sent. She turned the envelope over and tapped the bottom of it, as she began pulling the documents out.
***
Josh was tumbling through the air, again.
He screamed this time. As he tumbled, he caught a glimpse at Ana every time he turned end over end, and saw her pulling the documents free. She’d unwittingly dumped him out.
His fall was abruptly broken, his scream cut off. He crashed through greenery, until he finally came to a stop underneath a canopy, of some kind? He looked up through a hole in the giant leaves, panting. As his adrenaline faded, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing nervously. He’d survived a tremendous fall twice today. He shook his head in disbelief.
Someone up there still likes me, apparently, he thought.
He looked around. Had he landed in one of the office’s potted plants, or something?
“Ana,” he said, trying to rise on his feet. The leaf underneath him shifted, and he tumbled off of it. He collided face first with something pale, moist, and relatively soft. He pushed himself off of it, his mind working. His nose was filled with the scent of grilled chicken. He was leaning against a piece of food.
“Holy shit,” he said. “I’m in her lunch.”
He looked up again. He could still see Ana through gaps in the vegetation…
Gaps in the…lettuce.
Her face loomed over him. She was holding something too…something plastic? It was a packet of something, he realized.
She licked her enormous lips.
He opened his mouth to call out again, but was cut off as he was covered in ranch.
***
Ana finished putting her salad together, her mouth watering and stomach growling hungrily. She’d missed breakfast, and was starving. She filled her fork, and sighed in relief as the food met her tongue and she began chewing the first mouthful. As she started to eat, she turned her attention to the documents, and quickly became absorbed in them.
***
Every few moments, things moved around Josh as Ana’s gigantic fork collected items from the salad. He’d managed to get himself out of the thick ranch dressing, and was calling out, but even he was aware that his voice was repeatedly drowned out by the sound of crushing lettuce, the fork scraping the container, and other ambient sounds.
He kept looking up, wiping dressing from his eyes, as he tried to watch out for and avoid her stabbing fork. If he could survive this, avoid the damn blades of the thing, and be the last thing left in the container, surely she’d see him down here. The last thing he wanted was to end up in her office trash can, sealed in a salad container.
He looked up at her as she chewed her most recent mouthful. God, if only she’d look away from the damned paperwork and see him. He kept calling out, even though he was increasingly hopeless that she would ever be able to hear him.
She stopped chewing, and he saw her throat flex as she swallowed.
Here it comes, he said silently, watching her fork return to his line of sight, hovering lazily over the salad. Her eyes only flickered to her food briefly, before returning to her reading.
The fork plunged down, right in his direction. He hurried back. In his haste, he lost his footing, and fell backwards into something…something wet and mushy. His nostrils were filled with a crisp, juicy, slightly sweet smell.
He realized with a start that he’d stumbled back into a cherry tomato. He looked ahead, clearing the tomato flesh from his vision. He was just in time to see Ana’s fork come down toward him. He - and the tomato - were rolled, as Ana covered the small fruit with dressing. He felt things shift behind him, and yelped when suddenly he saw the tines of the fork pass narrowly beside him on either side through the translucent red/orange flesh of the tomato.
He and his tomato-prison were pulled up with such incredible force, the plastic salad bowl fading away far below him. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth under the force, only opening them once everything lurched to a halt.
He realized he and the tomato around him were positioned on the end of the fork. Behind them, surely, was a collection of ranch soaked leaves, and maybe chicken. His vision focused past the ends of the fork, and his eyes widened. Dead ahead of him, was Ana’s face, turned slightly away. He looked up at her eyes, seeing her pupils move as they do while reading. Then, while her gaze stayed fixed on whatever she was engrossed in, the rest of her face moved into line with his own gaze.
Suddenly, as he saw her mouth in front of him, panic caught up with his situation.
Her tongue shifted behind her lips, apparently cleaning bits of salad from her front teeth, and then he watched in absolute horror as her mouth began to open.
He watched her full lips part. From this distance, he could see her face in such great detail. He saw the fine, tiny hairs on her face, which ended at her lips. He could see the line of her lipstick, and how it faded away into her inner mouth lining. Her glossy white teeth behind them, currently smeared with a thin amount of dressing. Her mouth opened wider, and he saw her tongue and molars, both covered in masticated lettuce and bits of chicken. Strings of saliva mixed with food and dressing hung from the roof of her mouth down to her tongue. And beyond all that, her throat flexed as she breathed.
He screamed, as he and the food around him lurched forward. Her warm breath washed over him, as he watched her upper lip pass by overhead, followed by her teeth, and just as his eyes began to adjust to the dim light, he saw the roof of her mouth. Then, everything went black as he realized her lips had closed behind him.
He felt the food shift around him, and, over the sound of her breathing, the wet undulations of her tongue and throat, he heard the sound of the fork being pulled away. Things began to loosen. The tomato rolled forward, and the crevice in which Josh was lodged fell flat. Josh felt Ana’s tongue smash into his face, the taste buds moving across his skin. He did not hear so much as felt a groan of satisfaction come up from her throat. Apparently she enjoyed the taste of the tomato.
Or me, he thought, dryly.
The tongue rippled underneath him, and the tomato bounced up and to the side. As Ana’s mouth shifted, small bits of light entered between her lips, and Josh saw where he was now. Ahead of him, he was looking at her tongue, covered with leaves and a piece of chicken. On the far side he saw her molars.
Meaning…the tomato in which he found himself was poised right between her other set of crushing teeth. He hurriedly tried to pull himself free, but the pressure was too great.
He felt everything squeezing around him as she brought her molars down, crushing the tomato. Before he knew it, the crushed tomato flesh - along with him - was expelled away from the powerful teeth, and onto the surface of her tongue.
He gasped in relief, as he sat up, watching her teeth chewing the rest of the tomato through the dim light. Yet again, he’d narrowly cheated death.
He looked to the other side, and saw her molars there chewing the chicken and lettuce. Despite his ears (and entire body, really) being smeared with all sorts of things, the sound of wet crunching was deafening.
Her mouth shifted again, and some of the food rolled toward him. He moved away from it, and watched as the tongue moved the chewed food toward the back of her mouth. It piled there, and then, with a flex of her tonghe and a loud *gluck* sound, it disappeared into her throat.
He went pale, and turned toward the front of her mouth. He began scrambling against the tongue underneath him. He had to make it past her front teeth, and her lips, and get the hell out of her.
Her tongue flexed again, and this time the rest of the food was swallowed, leaving just him and a few mashed pieces here and then. To his delight, he watched as her lips parted a fair bit. He looked at the outside world of her office. Never before had it looked so sweet.
He heard a rumble behind him, and looked back over his shoulder just in time for a blast of acidic gas to pass over him as she let out a burp. The sudden rush of air knocked him over onto her tongue.
“Mmm, ‘scuse me,” Ana’s voice, which would’ve sounded quiet to the outside world, boomed around him.
Her mouth began opening again, and Josh once again tried rising to his feet. Twice now it had been proven he was light enough to survive a tremendous fall. He just had to jump out of this hell.
He watched as a shape moved into view beyond her lips.
“Oh, come on, gimme a break,” he said hopelessly, feeling almost like he was about to burst into tears as the top of a bottle came up to meet her lips. The lips formed a seal around the plastic circle, and a wave of popping and fizzing carbonated water flooded into her mouth. Josh barely had the time, or strength, to fight it, before he found himself pushed by the drink toward the top of her mouth as she drank deep.
The sparkling beverage hurt his eyes, and made it difficult to breathe, even when he managed to stay afloat. He watched the bottle move away, and Ana’s lips quickly closed again.
Underneath him, a strong current pulled him down, the surface of the drink receding as she drank.
“Ana, please!” he screamed, spitting water from his mouth. “Don’t - !”
Before he could plead any more, her throat opened up, and with a final *gulp*, he was gone.
***
A look of concerned surprise quickly flashed over Ana’s face as she swallowed that last bit of her drink. She hadn’t realized she’d had any significant pieces of food left in her mouth, but when she’d swallowed, she’d felt a piece of something enter her throat. She put a hand to her upper chest. It felt a little bit caught inside her, whatever it was, but after a strong, deliberate swallow, it passed further down into her chest and she felt it no longer.
She shook her head quickly, then plunged her fork into the salad again. There was plenty of lunch left.
***
He had caught the tail end of the drink as it was swallowed. The sparkling water had rushed past him, but he wasn’t far behind. He sped down the slick, tight world of her esophagus, feeling pressed on all sides. He stuck out his arms and legs against the slick walls, trying to hold himself back from going any further. He felt like he slowed, and then the muscles of the throat squeezed tightly around him again. He screamed as his arms and legs were pushed back tightly against his body, and he continued his rapid descent.
He couldn’t believe how hot everything was. Even though his body was already covered in thick spit, mucus, and ranch, he could feel himself sweating.
Behind the squelching sound of her undulating throat, Josh could hear the rush of Ana’s breathing, and the steady beat of her heart.
His fall stopped abruptly, as his feet met something. He began feeling about in the darkness for a split second, before whatever it was parted enough for him to continue falling. He felt like toothpaste being pushed out of the tube, as his body was squeezed past a tight sphincter. He fell for only a moment, before landing with a *splat*.
He’d fallen into a pile of pulverized lettuce and other food. He crawled out and on top of it, as best he could, and took in a breath. He gagged as soon as he did, coughing out the acidic air. He held a hand over his mouth, barely able to keep breathing without retching.
He pulled out his phone, and found it still worked.
Getting the waterproof one turned out to be a good idea, he thought as he activated the flashlight. He gazed around him in shocked awe and horror.
Chewed food was lying in heaps all over the bottom of the booming, grumbling stomach, surrounded by the still popping and fizzing water. The stomach walls moved ever so slightly, as they worked to churn the food into chyme.
He could still hear Ana’s breathing and heartbeat above him, and he aimed the light upward. Just as he did, the esophageal sphincter opened again, and a mass of chewed salad entered to join him, strands of mucus of saliva clinging to it as it fell. The sphincter shut tightly again, a few remaining drops of fluid hanging from it.
He looked around, his mind racing. He had to get out of here, but the stomach walls were steep, and the valve was so high up…
And even if I could get to it, he thought, the throat would just push me down again…
He didn’t know what to do.
He looked up again just as more food entered. It was going to get cramped in here.
***
Ana kept eating her salad, until only a few bites remained. She pushed the container back, sighing and grimacing in slight discomfort.
Ate too much, she thought, gently rubbing her abdomen. It pushed against her form-fitting shirt, the skin feeling tight under her fingertips. That’s what I get for skipping breakfast. Eyes were bigger than my stomach. She sighed again, leaning back in her chair. She turned her attention back to the documents.
She tried to focus, but was too uncomfortable to keep her attention on the text. She put the paper down. Picking up her phone, she set an alarm for thirty minutes. She’d take a short cat nap, and get back to it. She leaned back, stretched her arms over her head as she yawned, and settled into the chair, eyes closed.
***
Josh fell forward as the stomach moved around him. He gasped in surprise as his phone slipped from his slick, wet fingers, and he saw the light grow murky as it splashed into a puddle of drink, food, and acid. A moment later, the light blinked out.
“Shit,” he said quietly.
Not as though the phone did any good. There’d been no service even before he’d been eaten, and now, with so many layers of organs, bone, and flesh between him and the outside world, there definitely was no hope of getting a call or message out.
God it is hot in here, he thought. He went to wipe his sleeve across his forehead, and winced. His skin felt like it was sunburned. It took him a moment to realize why. The stomach acid.
He had been aware of pain around his feet. For some reason, he’d thought it was just from her intense body heat, but that was obviously wrong. He fumbled in the dark, reaching down toward his shoes. The bottoms of his pant legs were shorter than they should be, and ragged. His clothes were melting.
She’s going to digest me, he said, his panic reaching a fever pitch. “She’s going to fucking digest me!” he exclaimed.
Almost as if in some sort of response, her very full stomach grumbled even more loudly around him, the whole organ shaking. The light of his phone came back for a brief moment, drawing his eye. He looked down through the murky fluid, and watched as a sphincter at the lowest depths of the stomach opened, and, swallowing his phone, returned him to darkness.
***
Ana dozed, not quite asleep, but at rest. She smiled a little bit, as she felt movement in her abdomen, as things settled in. She let out another dainty burp, and felt even better.
***
As the stomach continued to shift, Josh had lost his tenuous footing, and now found himself nearly submerged in the contents of her stomach. He heard Ana burp again, the stomach trembling around him as it sent the gas up her throat. It took only a few more moments for most of his clothing to melt off. Just a few rags remained clinging to him, though his leather shoes were fairing a bit better.
As the stomach churned, the chyme surrounding him almost seemed to be lulling him further into it. As if it was inviting him to join it. The thick, wet mass was all around him, and he was growing tired as he kept trying to keep himself afloat. He didn’t usually tire so quickly.
It must be the lack of oxygen, he realized, his head swimming. He felt almost like he was high, he was so lightheaded.
He felt himself giving up. He couldn’t conceive of a way out of this.
He loved life. He loved being alive. He loved his work, his coworkers, and their mission to deliver the news in an honest, truthful manner. He wasn’t ready for the end.
“At least it’s you,” he said quietly to himself, his eyes staring upward, toward where he knew Ana’s face was, far above him. He loved her. He had to be honest with himself, here, at the end. She was a glorious, intelligent, witty, brilliant woman. So ethical and dedicated. He took a small comfort knowing that his body would keep her going.
“I’m yours, my love. I’ve always been…yours.”
Her stomach gurgled again, and he felt himself and the digesting food move a little further down, toward the entrance to the small intestine.
***
Ana woke up to the sound of her alarm buzzing. She shot forward in her chair, turning it off.
“Fuck,” she said as she realized she’d slept an hour longer than she’d meant to. It wasn’t the end of the world, though. She picked up the paperwork again, and began to speed read.
***
Time passed, and Josh’s bones, along with the last remnants of the rest of her food, slipped through the entrance to Ana’s small intestine. His flesh, reduced to a liquid state, was greedily absorbed by the villi, every nutrient offered by his body absorbed into Ana’s bloodstream.
His DNA melded with hers, his absorption complete. As her blood, packed with his nutrients, rushed through her pumping heart, he was the closest to her he, or anyone, would ever be.
***
Later that evening, she and her co-host delivered the news. She discussed the revolutionary new technology, and offered her critiques and concerns. At one point during the broadcast, she unexpectedly belched again, and excused herself.
She blushed. “I had a good lunch folks, what can I say,” she offered, with a self-deprecating laugh.
***SCAT WARNING*** (I'll likely upload the story twice, once with the following scene and once without, to broaden it's appeal)
Ana awoke the next morning, yawning and stretching in her sheets, wearing only a pair of simple white panties. She sat up, throwing her shapely legs over the side of the bed, and took a drink from a water bottle on her nightstand.
Her lower tummy rumbled.
She rose to her feet, yawning again, and walked to the bathroom. Pulling down her panties, she sat on the toilet. She sighed as her bladder emptied, and took a breath as her bowels followed. After several *plops*, she wiped herself, stood, and pulled her panties back up, the elastic snapping as she pulled them into place over her shapely rear. She flushed the toilet, her waste gone before she could even notice the tiny skull amongst it.
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Re: "From Assistant to Appetizer", Unaware vore short story

Postby KyngSama » Sun May 28, 2023 8:35 pm

That was a good read!
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Re: "From Assistant to Appetizer", Unaware vore short story

Postby JingleJangles » Thu Jun 01, 2023 10:57 am

Honestly this was so good, please keep up the awesome work! Hell, open a gallery if we'll see more like this! :-D
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Re: "From Assistant to Appetizer", Unaware vore short story

Postby IsabellaEmber » Thu Jun 01, 2023 11:40 am

Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. I do have a gallery now, feel free to watch me! More stuff on the way.
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