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LiteratureLady Vore Short StoryOne clear and sunny mid morning, you find yourself wandering the streets of a particularly ‘posh’ New England towns neighbourhood. Getting tired and wanting to take a break from all this walking, you go over to one of the nearby - equally posh - houses. After walking around the house for a bit, you find a way inside - a doggy door in the backyard. Entering the house, you looked around. The place seemed quiet enough, currently anyway… You were just about to plop yourself down to rest for a few minutes, when you suddenly heard the click-clack of dog nails on the tile floor in another, nearby, room. Curious, you went towards the next room... Rounding the painted wooden frame of an archway, you soon saw the dog in question. They were a pretty looking Cocker Spaniel. You call out to the small-ish dog, causing them to stop walking and look over at you… They say hello to you, in a soft, kind, and very polite feminine tone, before walking closer to you... Looking at the dogs

LiteratureSuddenly Shrunken (Dog Vore) What started out as a typical day for you soon turned into a day that could never be forgotten. It was late on Saturday morning, and you had no plans. You had no friends or family to hang out with, or any work to do on your small house. So you decided to take your dog, Ruby, to the park to get out of the house. Your dog was about 4 years old in human years. She was a beautiful bull mastiff, and a large one at that. She had light brown fur and a broad build. She drooled regularly, especially when she would get a drink of water or smelled food. Although she seemed like a monster to anyone who didn't know her, you knew she was really just a gentle giant who would never intend to hurt anyone unless it was to protect her owner. You loved her, and she loved you back. You brought her to the park, and walked around casually, receiving comments from many people who walked by. Kids wanted to pet the dog that was as big as they were, and other adults would say how cool she was. Some parents

LiteratureHaving a hungry germen shepherd as a friend (vore)Alex has always been a great friend. As an anthro germen shepherd, she always been a loyal friend. It doesn't help that we grew up together as next door neighbors. In fact, she got me out of more jams than I can count while we were kids. There was one thing that was unique about her. She is always hungry and an appetite to go with it, which is normal for most anthro dogs, but she can swallow anything, up to a size of a horse, whole. She kept this ability hidden from everyone, including her parents, except from me. She did this because, if the government found out, they would make her a test subject. I found out about it when we we

LiteratureCouldn't Stop Staring at Bosses Belly!That blubbery ball of belly could pass for the later stages of pregnancy, had it not bounced so much. She waddled when she walked, and she always seemed to have a hand placed endearingly to its expansive blubbery surface. She would sometimes smile fondly, it was one of the rare times such candid endearment passed across her chubby, rounded features. Every other moment of her life however, she was as intimidating as she was large. “I need this buried, Thomas, do you understand me?” your employer was scowling into her phone. Scowling? Do people scowl words? Sneer them? Either way, it's no small miracle that the person on the other end of the line didn't simply drop dead from the sheer amount of vitriol in her voice. Or even on her face. Lord knows she's given you that same look more than once. Out of nowhere, too. It's no small wonder that you still have your job as her paid intern doing... whatever the hell crossed her mind for you to do, for the most part. Right now,

LiteratureBoss Belly 2“Chaos is a necessary evil,” Ms. Palencia is telling you, as you sit in her home office. “Every time we meet, they try and throw their weight around; pecking orders, cliques, childish behavior from CEOs if you ask me.” She picks at a lacquered, ruby red nail of a plump finger; a discordant array of fast food wrappers lay strewn about her desk, her recent conquest. “There is always somebody on my heels. You know that? Kings eating Kings. Snakes eating snakes. However, chaos is a necessary step in unifying any team. You see their true colors in it.” She had been talking the entire time. Talking and eating. You’d been paying more attention however to the food sliding down her throat, and her belly gently swelling as a result. You nod your head, there in that large, comfortable though somewhat gaudy chair in her office, “That’s the business, I guess.” It was a marvel to be there; years ago, you passed that very building, unassuming there on that little road downtown, many