Jaundis

Kimi shook her head. Then she smiled and set the gallon of milk on the coffee table by the woman sitting down. “Alright, one gallon of pure ushi milk! Is there anything else you two need?” The one on the couch looked Kimi up and down. Her eyes lingered on Kimi’s chest. “We misjudged what we needed. We could actually use another gallon.” “Uh… right. Ok.” Kimi glanced over at the other woman. She had gone over to the snack table and was helping herself to some fruit from a fresh platter. Also, now that Kimi was really looking… “Uh… pardon my asking, but… aren’t you two human…?” The one by the table shrugged. “Failed humans. Close, but not quite there.” Kimi pursed her lips. Rrriiiiiight. Ok. Still weird. “Ok. So, uh, I’m gonna go get that extra gallon for you, so just hang tight and I’ll be right back-” “Hold on a second.” Wait where had that voice- Oh wow, the one by the table was next to her now. How had she done that? She linked an arm through Kimi’s, then- oh, now the one

cw: contains belly content. If you're not content with tum content, then I'm content to not contend with you. Thank you, come again~ Initial readings looked promising. The liquid’s internal temperature had risen by thirteen degrees since introducing the Sakura Bloom petals Sucrose had commissioned from the Traveller. Its color rapidly changed from the previous unwanted grade-17B yellow to an acceptable grade-919H red. The steam rising from the reaction had an… acidic tang with subtle tints of something unidentifiable. For the purposes of recording her research, Sucrose would describe this unidentifiable smell as fresh, sweet, and mellow. This contrast with the sharp acidic overtone was promising. So long as the final product functions as intended, this would finally be a successful model for her newest bio-experiment. Sucrose straightened up from examining the flask of liquid on her workstation and wiped her forehead with the back of her sleeve. All this steam was making her

“Taylor, I got a new job - and this time, I am absolutely, positively NOT going to fuck it up!” The excited woman bounced around her sister’s kitchen, her body wobbling around in her typical black yoga leggings and too-small stretchy t-shirt almost as much as the gelatin Taylor was pulling out of the fridge. To say that Milly was busty was an understatement; homegirl was stacked. Taylor would have felt jealous if she didn’t already get back pains from the puppies on her own chest. She didn’t even want to think about if she was another two cup sizes up. Besides, she had her sis beat in hip size. One of the perks of being a mom whose baby fat all went almost entirely to the right places. “Good for you, Milly,” Taylor commented as she put the gelatin on her counter and helped herself to a spoonful. It was leftovers from last night but still tasted great. She swallowed before continuing, “What’s the job?” “I’m a saleswoman for InflaCorp now! I’m gonna be selling fresh and innovative

CW: Features vore. Like, real, actual vore of little fae jerks, not object vore. If you're not into vore, then, uh, maybe skip this one, chief. “Oh Jesus Christ, not again…” Hera floated alongside Margo while they watched the chaos in her convenience store’s storeroom. She had a gods-damned Brownie infestation again. And no, she wasn’t talking about the tasty treat - she was talking about the lowest-ranked fae that shouldn’t even exist in the first place. They were tiny little three-inch-tall bastards that looked like they were sixty-percent human, thirty-percent rodent, and ten-percent locust. Apparently, the little minges had been super friendly and helpful a few eons ago back in their homeland of Ireland, but then they’d come over to America and gotten fat and lazy. Now they were worse than any rat or homeless shithead when they got into your food. “I TOLD you that we should’ve had that exterminator keep spraying around,” Margo sighed. The tired-looking vampire took a video of a