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Hi pooks

Uhhhhh

I'm not really vibing w vore anymore.

I relied heavily on it for comfort, but recently after a particularly bad incident, I got help. I have a more stable network of people who understand me. I think a big part was also that I was insanely touch starved (big suprise), but I found a friend who is also touch starved! Yippee! So recently I haven't really needed vore for comfort. Plus I forgot tumblr existed for awhile, and I just logged in again. When I did, the vore art on my dash wasn't... offputting, more like neutral. I just dont like it anymore. So I'm most likely not going to write on here anymore. 👍🏾

Best of luck to the fandom, be kind, and support the artist, bc shading stomachs is really hard.

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Sometimes you just gotta chew on things to focus

"Ceceeee" Rowan said in a sing-song tone. 

"I know that tone Row, and in a minute." Celia replied flatly, not looking up from her computer or moving from her spot on Rowan's knee. Rowan scoffed in mock injury.

"How could you possibly know what I was going to say, my dear Cece?" 

Celia looked up at Rowan and rolled her eyes. 

"Row, I have known you since middle school, and you are incredibly easy to read. You haven't typed a word in ten minutes, and you've been fidgeting nonstop." 

Rowan cringed. They thought they had been hiding that so well…

"And I noticed that your ADHD meds ran out."

Rowan cringed again.

"Soooo, how about it?" Rowan tilted their head and grinned down at Celia, who looked unamused. 

"I get to take my phone in right? Most of my photos on my blog on in there and all my followers think it's just a set."

Rowan's grin widened.

"So that's a yes?"

Celia tossed her laptop off her lap and onto the bed and slowly backed away from Rowan's grabby hands. 

"Ah, ah, ah, I get- woah! I get to bring my phone right?"

"Yeah sure, whatever" Rowan had already grabbed Celia and was hastily tossing her into their mouth. Celia flailed for a moment, before getting herself adjusted. Rowan kept their mouth open and their jaw loose so Celia could move her "photo set" to her comfort. Rowan stood very still as she felt Celia pause for a picture, the shift into another pose before pausing again. Rowan's fingers began to tap idly on their knee, trying to distract themself, fighting the urge to flip Celia over, to taste her-

"Ok Row, I'm done. You can do your… thing" 

Rowan pressed Celia to the roof of their mouth with their tongue, swallowing all the collected spit with a swallow. They rolled Celia around in their maw, tasting, savoring every inch of their best friend. They decided to stop messing around with Cece and actually get to work. They looked down at the laptop that had long shut off and got back to their paper. To focus they gently chewed Celia's thigh. Not enough to really hurt or draw blood, it was so Rowan could do some kind of constant action so they could focus and Celia could have some kind of constant sensation to help her relax and soothe her fibromyalgia. The first time it happened, Celia had only agreed to do this because she said it was "mutually beneficial" and because she was tired of Rowan acting like "a fidgety giraffe" (whatever that meant). But after about a month, Celia had warmed up to it. She even asked Rowan to chew her arm! Once. A while ago. Even if she did ask Rowan would be grateful. They felt Celia's body tense up and then relax, practically melting on their tongue as Rowan chewed out a sore spot on Celia's leg. Rowan smiled and returned to their paper, their friend's weight on their tongue letting them focus. 

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Pred teases prey, prey gets spooped, pred immediately goes into damage control mode. ✨Boom✨, there’s ur prompt bud.

I think I went too light on the damage control thing, but thank you for the great prompt!!

Mavis stretched, relaxing with her hands behind her head, flipping her shark- patterned tail lazily as she warmed her dark skin in the sun. Their eyes were closed as they began to nod off in the warm summer sun. 

"Mav! Mavis wake up! I'm down here!"

Mavis glanced down to see a human jumping up and down on the beach, waving her skinny arms for Mavis's attention, her long twin braids almost touching the sand.

"Hello Blair." Mavis sunk deeper into the bay, resting her head on her arms on the sand. Blair immediately scrambled up Mavis's arm, plopping herself down on Mavis's elbow. "Have you brought me tribute again?" Blair laughed, then smothered it. 

"If you mean food then sorry, but no. My roommate was getting on my ass about all the herring in the fridge" Blair twirled one of her braids in her small thin fingers. "Sorry Mav, I'll try to bring something else next time. Mavis glared at Blair. 

"Don't worry about making up for this time, I know someone who can fill in." Mavis growled softly to illustrate her point. Blair patted her on the nose.

"Ah yes, you're so very scary and big. I'm so terrified of you." Mavis would have loved to hear the pleading, but something told her blair was being "sarcastic". That felt even worse. Mavis's name used to strike fear into the hearts of mer-kind. She was the terror of the bays, the Devourer of tuna, pick any title. They all showed how feared she was. Then this little… Blair came to her a few months ago for a science project, A PROJECT! Mavis had lost too much respect during her break. She sat up as well as she could while still keeping her tail in the water. Blair tumbled off her arm and onto the sand. She yelled quickly as Mavis's hands thudded down on either side of her, with Mavis herself leaning into her, pressing her face against Blair's shaking body.

"Hehe, Mav, I get it… you can be really scary sometimes… now back up an- and let me g- UGH-'' Mavis cut her off with a full body lick, pushing Blair into the sand.  She lifted Blair up, she was pinched between her pointer finger and thumb. Mavis stretched her jaw, opening her mouth wider and wider until she felt a sucking pop and Blair's eyes went wide. Yes, this is what she wanted, to be treated with fear! And respect! She dropped Blair onto her outstretched tongue. Blair slid right down, and Mavis swallowed quickly, greedy for the weight of prey in her gut. She sighed and laid back down, just like she did before Blair showed up. It was perfect. Just like old times.

…

…

Something was wrong. The pleading, the crying, it didn't fill her with pride like before. Mavis shut her eyes again, trying to ignore Blair's cries and the voice of regret in her mind. But once Blair stopped fighting, and barely shifted, Something dropped in Mavis.

"Tribute- Blair. Are you alright?"

"No. And you know that. So just leave me alone and let me die."

"Blair-"

"No. Leave me alone."

Mavis huffed "Blair, you are safe. I swallowed you for my storage stomach, not for food. You are not food."

Blair was quiet, so Mavis kept talking.

"I meant to - no, I should have told you it was safe instead of trying to scare you. I-im soory"

"... I'm not bringing you anything next time, understand? And ask first before you do anything like this."

"Understood."

"....... could you swallow my backpack? I have an essay due…"

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Heroes and Villains

*BOOM*

A huge boom shook the city, causing civilians to cry out and fall to the ground. Talia snapped to attention, eyes shooting to her phone as it let out a positive little *ding!* noise.

*TYPE 4 VILLAIN ALERT, GET TO SAFETY. TYPE 4 VILLAIN IN THE UPTOWN DISTRICT. GET TO SAFETY." 

Talia smiled as she ran to the bathroom to change into her "work clothes". A tight, white bodysuit made from a durable material from her home planet with flowing blue, gray and silver accents. She clipped on her sky blue cape, and she was ready. Talia stepped into the bathroom, but Sky Queen, protector of Earth and hero of planet Galiler, stepped out. She rushed to the roof of the cafe, jumping off and taking flight. There was only one type 4 villain who consistently attacked uptown. All the other type 4s were off trying to conquer North America or control the government from the shadows. Gargantuan was always a nice change of pace, being a problem Talia could just punch. She soared over the city, speeding up when she heard crashing footsteps and maniacal laughter.

Sky Queen was right. Gargantuan was trying to run away with a handful of gold artifacts from the history museum. She had taken every last bit in the place from where Sky queen could see. Gargantuan had even taken the gold crown, and threaded it through her huge nose ring. It hung there, as Gargantuan ran through Main street, black fluffy hair bouncing in a short ponytail, as she trampled streetlights and abandoned cars under foot.

"Gargantuan! Stop this!" Sky Queen flew right in front of Gargantuan's face and she skidded to a halt in front of her. 

"Sky Queen, my nemesis! You should know by now that I will never listen to you!" She used her free hand to swat at Sky Queen.

"But you did stop, for your heart is not truly evil!" Sky Queen flew around Gargantuan's body, snatching artifacts from her giant palm, one by one.

"My heart is like the night, Miss Sky, dark and everlasting!"

Sky Queen flew towards the gold once again, but Gargantuan yanked her hand away, using her free hand to slap Sky Queen into a building. 

"Even night has moon light!"

Gargantuan grabbed Sky Queen, tightening her fist.

"Well then maybe my heart is like a new moon!"

Sky Queen burst out of the giant villain's fist and shot towards her unguarded hand. She snatched the gold up in her arms, dropping it off on a roof with the rest of it. 

"Even the new moon lets stars shine!" 

Sky Queen flew down, grabbing the back of Gargantuan's ankle and pushing. Gargantuan yelped, flailing for balance. 

"Ack, hey no fair! Wait a sec I almost got somethin-" Sky Queen flew up to Gargantuan's face, grabbing the nose ring that held the crown, and punching Gargantuan. Hard. She fell, shrinking as she went down, until she wasn't, well, gargantuan anymore. Only then did Sky Queen look down and realize she still had the nose ring in her hand, one side holding the crown, the other dripping with blood.

"Shitt she's gonna hate mee" she groaned as she heard the *WHOOP WHOOP* of police officers. She gathered all the stolen gold and took the crown off the nose ring, and returned them to the officers, as they thanked her and promised 

"She'll be gone for a long long time, thanks to you Sky Queen!"

"All in a days work!" She told them cheerily as she jetted off, then doubling back because she left the nose ring on the roof.

Talia sighed as she dried her bushy blonde hair with a towel. She had gotten way more bruises than last time. She glanced at the nose ring the size of a hula hoop and groaned. 

"Wow Queenie, I didn't think you were the type to keep trophies." 

Gargantuan had broken in, and was standing behind Talia's kitchen counter, her nose still covered in crusted blood around a straight cut through her nostril. In her current form, she was a full head shorter than Talia. Talia rushed at her.

"Oh my gods, Bea I'm so sorry!" She wrapped the smaller woman in a tight hug. "I got too into it again…" Bea did her best to pat Talia on the back, even though her arms were pinned to her sides by Talia's super-powered hug. 

"Girl, it's fine, I know the feeling. Remember that time I broke your ankle?" 

Talia giggled, resting her face in Bea's soft hair. "The costume looked so weird with the wrappings under it."  Bea chuckled and managed to free one arm and returned the hug.

"It's easy to go overboard with this stuff when you're fighting someone you don't think you can hurt. The best we can do is stitch each other up afterwards." Bea pushed out of the hug and leapt onto Talia's gray couch, flipping around to face her with a goofy smirk on her face.

"Speaking of stitches, I think it's time you helped me out Queenie" Talia rolled her eyes, still smiling. She walked over to the small bathroom 

"I wish I never picked that name, it's so… dorky." She grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet and sat next to Bea. 

"Aww, cut yourself some slack Tals, you picked it," she leaned back, thinking and counting, "like ten years ago. Thirteen year olds are dorky. It's just a fact of life." Bea flopped onto Talia's lap with a flourish.

"Except for me, of course. I was cool." 

"Girl, sit up, I gotta stitch you up remember?" Bea obliged, sitting up and facing Talia, her legs still splayed over the couch and Talia's lap. Talia placed one hand on Bea's cheek and readied the needle. 

"Squeeze my leg if it hurts too much, ok?"

Bea nodded. 

Stitch one. Bea hissed quickly but stayed still.

Stitch two. Talia tilted Bea's face back towards her after she had jerked away from Talia. 

"This is the last stitch ok? We can do whatever you want after we take them out, promise." 

Bea nodded. "Can we cuddle?"

"Of course. Get ready." 

Stitch 3. Bea grunted and tightened her grip on Talia's knee.

"Ok, done with the worst part." Talia reached back into the first aid kit and retrieved a dimly glowing neon green bottle. She soaked a cotton ball with it and rubbed it over Bea's stitches. Her nose began to mend itself, the two pieces of flesh held together by the stitches, melding and repairing until all that was left was the stitches and a brand new scar. After she removed the stitches, Bea's nose looked fine. You wouldn't even know that one side had been ripped apart. Bea sniffed, lightly touching the new scar. She smiled.

"Nice. Do I look scarier? Tougher? More rugged?" 

Talia shrugged. "I can't really see it," she gestured to the green liquid. "This stuff is pretty potent." 

Bea whined and flopped back down onto the couch.

"But I want to look scaryyyy! How can I do that without badass scars?"

"I think you look plenty scary." She ruffled Bea's hair. "Are you ready?" 

Bea perked up. She closed her eyes, and exhaled. As she did, her body shrunk, until she was sitting comfortably in Talia's palm. Bea moved quickly, scuttling up Talia's arm to stand on her shoulder. Talia turned her head to Bea, who was grinning and giggling softly as she pushed at Talia's lips.

"Lemme in lemme in lemme in!"

Talia huffed at her but opened her mouth anyway. Bea fell into her maw, fitting perfectly on Talia's tongue. Bursts of sweetness danced wherever Bea's skin met Talia's taste buds, and she couldn't resist shutting her mouth and licking Bea, pressing her into her cheek. Bea never stopped moving, always squirming and pushing back at Talia's tongue playfully. Soon, Talia felt Bea inching towards the back of her throat and took it as a sign to "finish up". She licked Bea one last time before thickly swallowing her wiggly friend. She flopped back on the couch and sighed. She felt a weight land in her gut and placed a hand over her belly and rubbed. She closed her eyes and smiled as she felt Bea rub back. She began to nod off, comforted by the near constant movement in her belly. 

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What do you do when your killer experiment keeps flirting with you?

"Day one fifty two of trials, and my latest tester has… still not come back. I will be conducting the trials with subject 23 today. Again." Shea clicked off the black tape recorder her lab gave all their researchers, and tucked it into the pocket of her white lab coat. She sighed and pulled her personal tape recorder from another pocket, a light gray device, with stickers all over it, from her niece.

 "I have to test Kit myself again today, I think she's doing it on purpose now. There's no way she's scared off twenty testers now. I might just start doing it full time… take full control over Kit's trials I mean. Since she likes scaring everyone else off." Shea trailed off, then yelped in surprise.

"She's messing with the guards again, I have to go, goodbye future me! This is me signing out!" She grabbed her tablet, tied her honey gold hair into two quick afro puffs and ran out to the entrance of "subject 23" room. The name her boss and colleagues used was "monitored living enclosure" but Shea always found that demeaning. 

Subject 23, or Kit, was messing around with the guards again and almost got shot. Again. She had grabbed one of them by the ankle and was dangling them in the air, laughing while the other shook and shakily aimed their gun at the giant woman.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Let's put that away please?" Shea gently pushed down the guard's gun. 

"23, please put down the new guy, GENTLY please" Kit grimaced and dropped the man next to his partner. They awkwardly shuffled out the white room as Shea stepped inside. 

"Heyyy Doc, couldn't find a replacement in time?" Kit grinned cheekily down at Shea, all her sharp teeth gleaming, contrasting against her night-dark skin, light blue eyes searing into Shea's body and long silver hair pouring down like water. 

"Nope, it's almost like they don't want to work with you when you keep giving them heart attacks." Shea quipped back, glad her honey brown skin didn't show when she blushed. Kit groaned and flopped onto her back dramatically, shaking the room around her. 

"That was one time Doc! Are you ever gonna let me live that down?" Shea laughed as she walked up and sat next to Kit's face, leaning against her cheek. "Nope, never ever"

Kit groaned even louder than before, getting a loud snorting laugh from Shea.

"Ok, ok. Any changes in mood?" 

"Nope"

"Any homicidal urges"

"Double nope"

"Great, any mouth pain?"

"Noooppe, I'm all good. Can we get to the good part?" Kit turned her head and licked Shea's back, before hissing at the plastic taste of her lab coat. Shea rolled her eyes as Kit sat up and sat criss-crossed. 

"Not yet, I gotta measure your mouth again this week." Kit gave her a pleading look 

"Please? I'm really hungry, and you look tired… cmon Doc!" Shea thought. She was tired…

"No, no Kit, I have to get this down" kit drooped like a sad puppy. " But what if I just do your teeth and I can just copy your tounge data from last week, how about that?"

Kit immediately perked up, scooping Shea up in one hand and leaning back on the other. She leisurely opened her mouth, lowering Shea onto her tongue. She slid a bit farther back, before snapping a picture of Kit's teeth. 

"Alright I'm done" Shea giggled as Kit hummed in appreciation all around her. She did need sleep. 

Kit slowly shut her mouth, closing Shea away from the world. She was gently pressed, prodded and licked by Kit, before finally being sucked down into her stomach. 

"All digestive tract- looks great" Shea yawned in the middle of her sentence. She turned off her recorder, settling in for a nap with her favorite experiment.

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INGORMATION

Character heights!

And also

WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE

This would have taken me awhile but then @titan-god-420 reminded me that picrew existed so here they are

Rowan: they/them

Celia: she/her

Quinn: she/they

Cade: he/him

:)

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VOTE PLEASE :):):)

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Doctors can be mean sometimes.

"Row, dude cmon! It's almost time for our appointment!" 

Cade sat on Rowan's hand, tapping impatiently on their palm and they stood still right outside the tan medical building. "It's gonna be fine alright?"

Quinn huffed from Rowan's shoulder "not if we can't get inside." Celia glared and shoved Quinn's side, nearly knocking her off Rowan. Rowan took a deep breath.

"Ok, it's fine, we can do this." 

The doctor's office was not as nightmarish as Rowan remembered. Extremely bright and clean, sure but not very hellish. The doctor, Dr. Phillips seemed pretty nice. She had directed Rowan to sit on the observation table and wait for her while she got her tools. Quinn and Celia had left Rowan's shoulder and were perched on one of their knees. Cade was sitting on the other one, while Rowan loosely wrapped a hand around his small body. Their grip tightened ever so slightly when Dr. Phillips came back into the room.

"Alrighty… Rowan? How about you go first?" She smiled at Rowan, the edge of her eyes crinkling a bit. 

Rowan drew in a breath. "C-Can my friends stay here?" Dr. Phillips nodded and Rowan exhaled. Dr. Phillips started the checkup, pressing a stethoscope against Rowan's chest, then their heart, then their stomach. That's where it all went to shit. The doctor's face scrunched up when she tried listening to Rowan's stomach. She poked Rowan's gut. Hard. 

"Say ah. Quickly please." Rowan did so, now panicking. Dr. Phillips grabbed Rowan's bicep and nearly dragged them down the hallway. Celia and. Quinn shimmied into one of their jean pockets, while Cade had to dive off their knee into their front hoodie pocket to avoid falling onto the tiled floor. The doctor dragged them all to the x-ray room. Dr. Phillips started clicking on the computer, warming up the machine while Rowan took their friends out of their pockets and deposited them onto a mini staircase attached to the wall, meant for borrowers and fey. Rowan leaned down to them.

"H-hey so, this isn't normal for a doctor's appointment is it?"

Cade shook his head and patted Rowan's finger in a reassuring manner.

"Let's just go, this lady is kinda… weird"

Celia glared past Rowan at Dr. Phillips, who did not notice.

"Weird is a bit too nice for her." 

Quinn chimed in.

"Yeah, I don't like the way she just grabbed you. Let's get outta here-" 

Quinn was cut off when Dr. Phillips grabbed Rowan yet again to push them onto the x-ray table.

"Lay down," She barked. Rowan did, and the doctor lowered the top of the x-ray on them, then turned to the computer. Rowan was encased in darkness for a few all too long minutes, before they shifted and tried to lift the top of the machine. When the doctor didn't seem to notice Rowan's escape attempt, they lifted the top up completely. They stepped out and began to discreetly reach toward the borrowers when Dr. Phillips whipped around to face them. She slapped their hand away from their friends and stepped between them, separating the friends with her body. A nurse appeared at the doorway.

"Get them out of here!" Dr. Phillips ordered the nurse. The man nodded quickly and gathered Cade, Quinn and Celia in his hand, muffling their protests and shuffling out the door. Rowan lunged toward their friends, towards the man that grabbed them but was pushed back.

"WHAT THE FUCK, PUT THEM DOWN" 

They pushed toward the nurse again but Dr. Phillips pushed Rowan up against the wall and the door fell closed, leaving Rowan with the doctor. 

"What the fuck are you doing, what the hell are you doing with my frie-" 

Dr. Phillips pushed down on Rowan's neck, cutting them off. 

"What am I doing? I'm saving them. From you." 

Rowan made a confused choking noise and looked down at the woman like she was crazy. Well, she probably is crazy-

"Don't you dare play dumb with me!" The doctor glared daggers up at Rowan.

"I know what you are." 

"A freshman? Yeah, it's on my medical records-"

"Not that! I know what you've done, what you must've done to change like this" Dr. Phillips yanked open Rowan's jaw, revealing their slightly sharper teeth.

"And I know now why you keep those borrowers around, and just know, you will never see them again." 

Rowan blinked.

"What did you do with my friends."

Dr. Phillip's eyes narrowed.

"You mean your food?"

Rowan's blood ran cold as Dr. Phillips continued. "I had some suspicions when I saw you, and the x-ray only confirmed it. How many "friends" have you eaten before Rowan?" Rowan choked, tears welling up at the very thought of actually eating their friends. Their best friends in the whole world, gone forever, inside of them.

"I-it's not like that, I would never hurt them, I haven't hurt them!  You wouldn't understand, you can't understand." The doctor scoffed, then began to laugh. 

"Understand what? That you eat people? That you were going to eat them!?-" 

The door creaked and Rowan and Dr. Phillips looked over. The doctor's grip loosened and Rowan shoved her away, diving to the floor where their borrowers, their best friends, had somehow managed to open the door. They climbed up Rowan's body, Quinn settling in their hand and hugging their fingers, while Cade hugged their neck and Celia tried her best to dry their wet cheeks. Dr. Phillips took a slow step towards them, reaching out toward Quinn. 

"I need you to get away from them. Rowan is not the person they want you to think they are. Just move towards me."

Celia looked right at her, her glare was the most intense thing Rowan had seen all day.

"No. We're not going anywhere with you."

The doctor stuttered.

"W-what do you mean!? They're a dangerous predator! They're going to eat you alive!"

Quinn stood on Rowan's palm and started yelling. 

"No, you listen to me! This is our best friend, and you have done nothing but hurt them!"

Dr. Phillips tried to butt in, but Quinn kept going.

"AND YEAH, OF COURSE WE KNOW THAT THEY EAT PEOPLE"

"So you know!? And you still defend them?"

"YES! BECAUSE THEY'RE OUR FRIEND!" Quinn stopped, breathing heavily as tears of her own welled up in her eyes. Cade spoke without looking away from Rowan.

"When they stay… hungry for too long it hurts them. We don't mind getting eaten if it means they'll stop hurting." Rowan turned to look at Cade, still perched on their shoulder. Did their friends really think like that? Dr. Phillips looked shell shocked, and began muttering.

"So they've been eaten safely? Could it be for protection or…" She stood up, suddenly looking very apologetic.

"I am so sorry, it seems I have… misjudged the situation here." She turned to Rowan. "We don't have much information about your… condition, and most of it says that the nature of it is purely violent and predatory. But you all prove that that isn't exactly the case." 

Celia narrowed her eyes.

"You want something from us, don't you?" 

Dr. Phillips sighed.

"I'd like to invite you to come back, so I can get more information on your condition." 

The friends exchanged looks, all of them settling on Rowan.

"If you can find out what's wrong with me I'll do it. If my friends are going to be involved you'll have to ask them." 

Dr. Phillips looked to each of the borrowers for confirmation.

"I'll do it." Cade answered.

"Yeah we will too." Quinn answered for herself and Celia.

"Great. I'll see you in about 2 months."

Rowan nodded. They were in it deep now.

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prey works at some drink/soda place and is overworked so they ask the very chill barista on their break to shrink them down so they can take a rest inside their tummy.

I tried, hope you like it :)

Nikki thought she liked chaos. She moved out of her sleepy little town to New York, one of the most predator dense cities in America. As a prey, it was not the best idea. And she thought she knew what chaos was. 

Then Nikki got a job at a cafe. 

At first it was just for the benefits. If she wanted to live in the apartments above the "Starlight Cafe" then she would have to work as a waitress there.

 It was a pretty good deal, and after a year, Nikki had made friends with the other staff. However, after a year of customer service, she didn't want chaos anymore. She found out that she could shrink, and it was triggered by stress. Really great for living in a city where randos want to eat you. Even dealing with run of the mill customers could make her shrink down to 3 feet. Like all the old people who can't read the menu, old people who want HER to change the decor in the cafe, toddlers trying to water the plants with their grape sodas and the boys who only go there to harass her and her co-workers. 

Currently, she was working with a crotchety old man who wanted Nikki to change the wallpaper.

"It's too bright! All that blue hurts my eyes!"

Nikki hung her head and apologized robotically. He came in every week to complain, order a cupcake, and leave. He rolled his baggy eyes at her and returned to his menu.

"Waitress! Excuse me?" A middle aged woman with a kid snapped her stubby fingers at Nikki as she shuffled over, a few inches shorter than before.

"Do you know that your Sunshine Shimmer donuts have artificial colors in the icing!?" 

"Well ma'am, I'm not the chef but-"

"You do know that stuff is terrible for you right? It's super fake and tears up your body." The woman looked Nikki up and down, scoffing quietly.

"It's like your hair! Everyone knows you aren't a real blonde" she huffed. "Who are you trying to impress?" Nikki glanced at the clock. So close to closing time…

"-nd that outfit! It's like your asking to be eaten!" 

Nikki laughed a bit to herself as the woman continued on her rant.

"Do we have a problem here?" Nikki felt a warm familiar hand on her shoulder. Her roommate, Daria towered over her and the woman, faintly glaring down at her, before smiling wide, showing off her fangs. The woman gasped and pressed a fat hand to her chest before grabbing her purse and grubby child before hurrying out of the door. The old man looks behind at Nikki and Daria, and shuffles out the door. As Daria walks over to the window to click off the "Open" sign,

" Nikki, are you ok?"

Nikki laughs, brushing stray hair from her face.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine! Why do you ask?"

Daria turns, her hard girl act falling away to reveal a look of genuine concern.

"You're almost a whole foot shorter. And you haven't shrunk down all week, Nikki."

Nikki scoffs, leaning on a table, trying to act nonchalant.

"What, it'll be fine if I don't shrink down for awhile, I'm just a little tired"

Daria sighs and holds Nikki's elbows in her hands and looks at Nikki knowingly. Nikki deflates in Daria's hands, letting her head fall forward onto Daria's chest. She sticks her arms out and Daria hugs her and laughs.

"Do you want me to carry you home?"

Nikki mumbles a yes and Daria shifts so that Nikki is sitting on one arm and she has another arm on Nikki's back. 

Once they get into their apartment, one of the larger, pred oriented rooms, Daria sets Nikki down on the counter. Nikki closed her eyes and exhaled, relaxing her body and shrinking down to about two feet tall. She opened her eyes to see Daria, much MUCH bigger than before, grinning down at her. Nikki beams back and slips down onto Daria's outstretched hand. Daria swoops in and kicks a long line up Nikki's face, before stuffing her body into her mouth, leaving Nikki's legs free. Daria swallowed quickly, licking and tasting as Nikki slid into her stomach. As her feet slip down into her throat, Daria traced her descent, trailing a finger down her neck. As Nikki's full weight landed in her core, Daria sighed and flopped face first onto the couch, eliciting squirms and noises from Nikki. 

"Shhhhh… no worrying,  I'm making you take a break, just… do whatever you do in there" Nikki gave one last burst of movement before settling. Daria flipped over onto her back and ran a gentle hand over her distended midsection. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself. She finally got her best friend to take a break.

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Hey I'm still alive

I just have no ideas at all rn, so please use the askbox

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Character tidbits

Stuff I couldn't fit into a story be it's still info abt the characters.

Cade's mother is half mer.

This means when he gets really stressed and his body goes into "panic mode", he needs moisture on his skin ASAP.

Celia has fibromyalgia and has near constant muscle pain in her lower body.

Rowan is actually still pretty tall for human standards.

Celia is the tallest of the borrowers followed by Quinn, and then Cade.

Rowan gets drunk easily.

Quinn's parents are very affectionate with her and call her "Quinnie". Rowan and Cade never call her that and Celia almost never calls her that.

Rowan and Celia both have ADHD.

Cade is autistic.

Quinn has an oncoming god complex.

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I MADE LORE??? AND ANGST I THINK?????

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Late night vore ADHD post, prey but into it. Prey who begs the pred to be swallowed. Prey who are too shy to ask to be eaten, so they keep "accidentally" falling into the press food. Prey who loves the preds stomach, and will talk to it. Just, prey who love being eaten.

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Mermaid

"No, Please! I didn't take it! Please!" Sara yelled at her former crew mates as they tied her arms together behind her back.

"Shut up Hex!" Yuma smacked her across her face and Sara yelled in pain.

"I take you in, treat you well, despite you being a Hex and you, what? Steal from us? Sell us out to the royal guards?" Sara sobbed as her former captain looked down at her, her eyes black with anger.

"Please, please Yuma, I would never betray the crew. This ship is my ho-" The captain cut her off with a swift kick, launching Sara across the ship deck.

"Don't speak my name, cursed traitor." Sara looked up and reached toward some of the other crew members, the people she had lived with for years.

"Please, let me go.. Ami? Hera? Please?" They recoiled away from her broken form with looks of disgust, and fear. The captain reached down and grabbed Sara's ponytail and dragged her to the front of the ship.

"We only have one use for a traitor." The realization slammed into Sara like a boulder.

"NO NO NO, PLEASE ANYTHING BUT THIS PLEASE!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears as the rest of the crew retreated as far as they could away from her. The captain herself strode up the stairs to the top deck. She pulled a thick rope three times, two fast and the last ringing out across the abandoned bay.

Everything was silent for a few moments, until waves began cascading against the side of the boat, almost knocking Sara off the bow. She stared up, as a huge creature rose from the water. She was about 90 feet tall, and was unearthly beautiful. She had sleek grey skin and a white underbelly, with long black hair. Her black eyes fell onto the ship, and then on Sara.

"Oh Great Lady of the Sea!" The captain declared. "We give you this sacrifice, so that you will spare our ship in coming storms! Please accept it!" Sara's head whipped back up to the Lady's. She looked down on Sara with a neutral gaze. A huge hand rose from the water and plucked Sara from the bow with two fingers. Wind rushed in Sara's face as the Lady lifted her toward her face, and sniffed her and cupped her in one palm. The creature then slightly opened her mouth and allowed a long, dark pink tongue to snake out and lick from Sara's thighs to her face. Sara snapped back to reality and began to scream, but was drowned out by the cheering of the crew.

"The Lady has accepted our sacrifice!" The Lady looked at Sara once more, meeting her eyes before opening her mouth wide and dumping Sara inside. She was tossed around as the Lady tasted her, narrowly avoiding her sharp teeth. Sara thrashed as best she could, but she could do nothing with her arms and legs tied up. She felt herself sliding toward the throat as the Lady tilted her head back. Sara screamed as she fell down the powerful tube, and was swallowed once. She fell again, now into a slimy room. The stomach. Sara sank down. She saw an old harpoon lay abandoned across from her. She inches towards it, used it to cut herself free and grabbed the handle.

She wouldn't die here.

She tried to thrust it into the stomach wall, but it bounced right back out. Her attempt received a rumble all around her as the Lady groaned. Sara was lining up to try again but was knocked off balance by a prod to the stomach. Sara heard the Lady saying something in a different language, none of which she could understand. Sadness turned to anger as Sara stood up again. This, this creature had already eaten her, now it was taunting her?! She yelled again, pummeling the stomach wall.

"I can't understand you! Stupid fish!" The stomach shifted around Sara, knocking her down yet again. Sara heard the Lady trying to say something again.

"Sss-safe. Yoou re ssafe" a echoing voice sounded around Sara. "I'm safe?" She repeated. The stomach churned around her, as if answering. Sara sat for a moment. She had been in here for awhile, and she was still unharmed. She could still breath too. She didn't have anyone anymore. "Fine. I'm safe"

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It's time for Angst Wednesday! So a pred has a prey who they have been friends with for years, but they have been hiding the fact that they are a pred. They haven't eaten anyone bc they know they would never be able to look Prey in the eyes again. So Pred doesn't eat. Eventually it's too much. Pred and Prey were hanging out when Pred doubled over in pain, and when they locked eyes, something human was missing from Pred's gaze. They had begun growing and stalked toward their friend, while Prey is trying to reason with them. Pred grabs them, and swallows them. The whole time, Prey is mentally hitting themselves for being friends with a "monster" and the real Pred was really in the backseat, a horrified onlooker to their own instincts.