A Day in the Life of Niah Lockwood Part 1
She could feel it. Every little eye that simply had an interest in her was locked right on her ass. Some were likely thinking 'Oh please wind, love me now! Just a good gust! Just one good gust!' or even 'I would love to get a good feel of that ass of hers...'. It wouldn't be the first time she felt like this either, nor would it be the last. It was her second week now, taking this same bus, being forced to stand up yet again with other students who also took this same line. She had no friends on this line either, so she couldn't use another person to prevent another from coming onto her, coping a feel, or even trying to steal her backpack. Then again, she didn't need it either.
The last time someone tried to feel up on her, they ended up injured. How they got hurt still confuses people to this day. People were still not convinced her ears and tail were real, and usually just played along, after all, it wa
All You Can Eat"Right this way Miss Brooks"
The waiter led Ms. Brooks to a table situated roughly in the center
of the restaurant.
"Now what can I get you"
"I'll have the all you can eat special"
"Are you sure miss, we don't stop giving you food until your full"
"That's what I'm hoping for"
She gave a devilish smile and the waiter walked off a little disturbed.
The first dish brought up was a large bowl of salad and in a flurry of
fork swipes and swallows it was gone. Next was a plate of pasta
piping hot, which she slurped up seemily ignoring the heat. The
waiter was dumbfounded.
"This is too slow bring me multiple dishes at once and don't stop
until I say"
The waiter with the help of several others brought a steady supply
of food out toward her. Bread, more pasta, more salad and chicken.
It was at this point other diners began to notice the steady train of
waiters walking back and forth between one table and the woman
at the table inhaling anything brought to her. The diners as well as
the waiters n
HungryWARNING: This story contains the F-word, copious amounts of consumed food, and some softcore vore. If any of these things offend you, turn back now.
"Rebecca," the man said. His voice was somewhere between longing and anger, with a dash of vicious joy. His finger stabbed at the photograph in his hand, pointing out the image of striking blonde in a black cocktail dress. She stood at least a foot taller than the man himself, if the angle of the photograph was any judge; and though her arm was draped casually about his neck, her eyes were fixed on a handsome waiter whose path had accidentally led him into frame.
"Greedy bitch," the man spat, as though it were acid that could burn her physical self through some photographic voodoo. "Ate holes in my pockets, and then dumped me. I wish she'd eat...anything!" His voice rose triumphantly. "Yeah, I wish her stomach was a fucking bottomless pit!"
The genie, who looked very much like the woman in the photograph, raised an eyebrow and smirked. It
Roberta and the Genie
Piles upon piles of junk, sitting there covered in dust. That's all she saw in her grandmother's old house. The funeral was yesterday, and she'd been stuck with the task of cleaning and tagging everything for a yard sale, now that her aunts & uncles had all gone back home. Her mother was too grief-stricken to deal with things, she burst into tears at the site of each old tchotchke. Her younger brothers were off at summer camp, leaving her to do this chore solo.
She never got along with her grandmother very well, being a tomboy didn't match up to the old biddy's opinion of what a lady should be. Each birthday all she got was a dress that never ended up being worn. The worst gift of all was the name handed down to her, Roberta.
In the sweltering heat of the attic, she was gathering up the last few boxes to work on It was nearly empty when she noticed a faint glimmer in the corner. "Great... junk she couldn't eve
EverythingLindsay stroked her long brown hair, her hazel eyes welled with
tears. She was depressed because over the course of her first
year in high school. She had lost her closest friends, all just
drifted away to "cooler" friends. The one that hurt the most was
her best friend who lived next door. She wasn't fat or ugly quite
plain really, just your average girl. Sitting on her couch eating ice
cream she thought of her lost friends. Her friends leaving her
tore something out of her and she felt empty. In fact she hadn't
felt full since. She had eaten the whole tub and still felt hungry,
which she thought quite odd because she had never eaten so
much in her life.
Her hunger nagging her she went to the kitchen got out some left
over birthday cake. From her last birthday where no one showed up.
She demolished it quickly and wiped food off her face with
embarrassment. She felt quite a pig, but she did feel better. Looking
about she spied a bowl of assorted fruit on the counter. She picked
up a ap