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Sly Prime part 8
Team Sonic and The Cooper Gang made their way onto Eggman and Dr. M's airship. As they made their way through, something caught Carmelita's attention. It was the roboticizer. She walked towards it and placed her hand on it. "You know we can't change you back." Carmelita turned around and saw Sly. "I know, it's just kinda hard to adjust to being a cyborg," Carmelita said. "Adjustments take time but remember that under the machinery, you're still the same justice loving fox you've always been." Carmelita nodded and she and Sly caught up with the others. "Any luck locating the paradox prism," Sonic asked Tails and Bentley. "No, wherever it is, it certainly isn't here," Tails said. "You think we would put the paradox prism in a location you could easily find," Eggman asked over a speaker. "Oh no, we took great measures to hide it in a secure location," Dr. M said. The doors closed, trapping Team Sonic and The Cooper Gang. The room was then flooded with robots. During the battle, Sonic received a message from Shadow. "Shadow?" "The paradox prism is in our world. Do you have any rings you can use to open a portal?" "If I did, I would have used one the moment I got stuck here." "Well just hold on, I'll be there in a moment." Shadow opened a portal and joined the battle. After defeating the robots, Sly walked towards Sonic and Shadow. "I didn't know you had a brother Sonic." "We are not related. Now let's get moving," Shadow said. Everyone walked through the portal and ended up in Green Hill. Carmelita glanced around the area. "It's beautiful here." "It sure is," Amy said. "Alright Shadow, where are Eggman and Dr. M hiding the paradox prism," Sonic asked. "There," Shadow pointed to Eggman's fortress in the far distance.
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After class (Teacher Vore story)
WARNING: THIS STORY HAS VORE AND DIGESTION. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT, MOVE ON AND HAVE A GOOD DAY. You're a normal kid attending a high school in Minnesota. You're not too exceptional, with some A’s and some high B’s with occasional hiccups causing C’s. You're reaching the end of your senior year and you've just turned 18 a couple months ago. Life is good for you, all except one thing. Your first period teacher Mrs. Tuchman. Mrs Tuchman was probably in her mid to late 40’s and had black curly hair with an older face. She was white with a pretty good tan from bring in the sun, and often wore long thin dresses and occasionally a thin long sleeve shirt and jeans. She was a bit overweight, and was around 5’8. Mrs. Tuchman always seemed just that much more annoying than the rest of your teachers, always handing out hard work with little time to do it, and would always complain when people can't do it in time. You've struggled with these assignments, as you always had a more important assignment to do that took up all your time instead. You had gotten about 7 missing assignments because of this, and 1st hour was always a slog. She would always complain about kids, and nobody really liked her. You had to walk past her class to be able to get to the bus, and you had this unnatural hatred of that class simply because of this. She never noticed this, not even once. This continued, until one day, where Mrs. Tuchman saw you passing by at the end of the day. “Hey, excuse me, come in here real quick, I gotta tell you something…” Uh oh. Whatever this was, it's no pat on the back, that's for sure. Reluctantly you walked into that hellhole and took a seat at the opposing side of her monstrously sized desk. She was wearing a white and black thin long sleeve shirt to reflect the prison this place truly was, and had on blue jeans with brown dress shoes. You could tell she was here to give you a stern talking to that would definitely change your life around and not just be a waste of time. “I couldn't help but notice the amount of missing assignments you have. I shouldn't have to say this, but it is really dragging your grade down. You can't actually turn these in after the due date, so all I can say is you need to work harder or e-” BOREDOM INFILTRATION // JACKING MY BRAIN INTO THE SLEEPFRAME // FLUSHING ATTENTION SYSTEMS. You had lost any and all interest in what she was saying and your eyes fell to the side a bit, simply waiting for her rambling to be over. Suddenly you jump back to reality and notice her doing something weird. //////// Commencing operation bloated story //////// She was placing a black tarp over the door window so nobody could look in, and locked the door. This was concerning, as there is no reason to do the for a short little talk about missing assignments “Hey! What are you doing!?” “A- Watch your tone! That's no way to speak to your clear superiors. You need to be taught a lesson mister!” “I'm sure whatever you're doing doesn't require you to lock the door and black out it's window. “I would get in trouble for what I'm about to do, but this needs to be done. F- for your sake!” She then went back to her chair and sat down for around 10 seconds in complete silence. It was extremely awkward, and you were just waiting to see whatever she was about to do. “Have you heard of vore, son?” Indeed you have. It's a really gross fetish you saw a year ago, and it scarred you ever since. You begin to get really scared as to why it's even mentioned. “Well.. I'm gonna eat you whole, my little morsel~ Get ready for a hands on view of the digestive process, kid~” She was clearly excited but you could tell she had completely lost her marbles. You didn't think Alzheimer's kicked in at the mid 40’s but apparently it does. “Uh… good luck with that one, I guess. Can I just go home now?” “Why would you want to do that when you can come to my home as fat on my perfect ass, breasts and belly?~” This comment caught you off guard, as there was no previous mention of her curves. You looked and noticed they were a good size for her age, and this concerned you. She could've been eating students for quite some time to pad herself out. She then giggled and opened her mouth, inching slowly closer to your face. Her damp breath engulfed your nose and you sat frozen waiting for her to make a fool of herself. Just then, her entire mouth engulfed your head. She let out a small giggle as you began to panic and struggle, but it was futile as she began to swallow your whole body. You were practically having a nervous breakdown and were on the verge of passing out from the shock, but somehow still held on. She continues to swallow you until she makes it to your shoes, where she carefully throws them off and then promptly sends the rest of you down to her stomach. Mrs. Tuchmans stomach was a strange sight. It was very dark and the smell was absolutely foul. There were bits and pieces of digested food littered around in the soupy mess stewing inside her tummy, and it surprisingly didn't hurt to touch. Surprisingly, the stomach has enough room to hold you and then some, but it wasn't spacious. It was hard to move around and every squishy stomach wall seemed to be inching closer to you, but there was still some small bit of room in front of you. It felt like you were inside a sack that was hanging off of something, and the walls felt thick when pushing against them. Tuchman chimed in and said “I see you've made it to the stomach! This is where food is put and churned down before moving into the intestines.” You could hear Tuchman giggling outside and rubbing her belly. You kick, struggle, and even swear, but she quickly slaps her stomach in response. “Such a rude boy. I have to force you to be useful by serving as my meal, and you thank me by doing this? How rude…” You gave up fighting for the moment, and you began to take notice of the sounds the stomach was making. It was multiple gurgles and groans and other weird noises (bllurbllrr, rreaaaaa, and glrp, just to name a few) She then began to rub her belly again and now began to squish her stomach with a small malicious laugh every time. It felt like it was getting more cramped by the second, and you noticed your body was beginning to melt! It wasn't painful, but it still was terrifying. “Beginning to get soft I see. Don't worry it won't hurt. you'll just melt into gut soup~” You begin to struggle even harder now, but you're softer body makes it harder to fight back. The stomach walls were tougher than before, but you struggled until you were completely out of breath. Tuchman laughed, and then got up and did some last minute work she forgot about. “Oh please. I've eaten one of the largest football players in the school a year back. He struggled hard but fell to my superior belly anyways. I don't think a weak boy like yourself could do any more.” Being in the stomach while she walked around amplified that feeling of hanging in a sack, and you constantly bounced up and down. You could tell Tuchman would occasionally raise up her stomach and then let it drop, which caused everything around you to fall up and cause a mess, causing stomach acid to get all over your face and envrlop your nostrils. She then sat back down again and leaned back up wait for your troublesome digestion to finish. She's done this multiple times before, and it's routine. Your struggles were pitiful, and you're only good for padding out her ass. You lay down inside her stomach and let the foul smell of her damp belly consume your entire mind for a few minutes. The gurgles and groans are the only things you can hear, and the stomach walls moved against your head as you layed down, and you could feel the absolute power trip Tuchman was experiencing digesting one of her students into tit fat, and it was amazing for her. Your body was much more soft than before, and you could feel your doom approaching. Tuchman, full of power, said “Oh, you're so soft now! Pretty soon my clearly superior body will churn you up into fat, and any evidence if your existence will be gone. You're all mine now~” She's right. You gave up and let her belly take you, letting the cacophony of gurgles and groans be your sendoff as your body was finally turned into fat. Mrs. Tuchman would play with her belly a bit more as it shrank a bit. Her stomach was a little fatter, but her breasts and ass were added to quite nicely. The boy added well to her, and she laughed at the thought of his parents being sad over such a brat being used for a greater cause. She admired her curves and then promptly went home, filled with joy over another successful digestion. —----------------------------------------------STORY END This was my first attempt at a vore story, and I hope you liked it! I wrote it at 1:30 AM on my phone after waking up in the middle of the night, and I think it actually came out pretty good. I've got a couple more plans for more stories like this, mainly cow or dog vore, but I can't guarantee anything. Please give any feedback to improve my work, as it really helps me out. Thank you, and goodnightfernoon.
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Pageant Pride Police Sketches: Renee Filburn
Announcer: “And now ladies and gentlemen, for your viewing and drawing delight, we are happy to present to you, Pageant Pride Police Sketches.” (The audience applauds as it cuts to all three officers in the alley where Renee was.) Officer DeMonet: “Okay so, why are we even out here?” Officer Schoffner: “To find the Milkshake Gang. They've been out there for quite a while now.” Officer Barton: “Apparently they were formerly called the Custard Gang, but they stole the identity of a band called the Milkshake Gang and killed all of their members.” Officer DeMonet: “When did that even happen?” Officer Barton: “A week ago.” Officer DeMonet: “Okay then. Incidentally, was one of the members a black girl in an orange tutu?” Officer Barton: “No. Why do you ask?” Officer DeMonet: “Because I thought I just saw one!” Officer Schoffner: “Is that.......Renee Filburn?” Officer Barton: “I believe it is! What's she even doing back here?!” Officer DeMonet: “I don't even know.” Officer Barton: “Well, we
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