Feed The Planet, Baby

Moments after the swallow that brought her world to darkness, Miroko started to suffocate. Her head was still just inside the snake’s mouth, but her boobs were smashed into her face. Curse her ancestors, she thought as she gasped desperately for air.  All of her female relatives had been busty, now her boobs were proving the end of her.

Well, the stomach of the snake would be the end of her. Being digested alive inside the tight, hot stomach of the snake would be the actual end- but suffocating on her own boobs (not that suffocating on someone elses boobs would be much better) was just insult added to being swallowed whole and entire and digested alive.

 

 

Yeah, Another Picture

If I had her body, yes, I would get the implants. Except bigger. WAY bigger. Because I am fascinated by boobs. Not just mine, but the boobs of every other woman out there.

I think it’s awesome that we make milk. Feed the planet, baby.

Anne

YYYyyyyeahhhhhHHH

Anne

You’ll Have To Go All Wikipedia For This Post

First you have to read the post on and understand the concept of Melodic Death metal. See, normally I despise the genre of heavy metal and most of it’s sub-genres. Strangely, however, it seems I do like MDM.

And see, too, on Adult Swim, they have a show called “Metalocalypse“. About the fictional Melodic Death Metal group Dethklok.

Dethklok fuckin’  rokz ballz. If they were real people, I’d fuck them Even being married.

Anne

I Would Be One Of Those Women

Latest small fragment, hot off my mind:

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“Well, number one, no, I don’t believe that horse eats women,” laughed Dr. Wells. “That’s crazy. Horses are vegatarians and would not eat flesh in any way. Even were I to suddenly believe that the world had changed in some terrible fashion and that suddenly horses became meat eaters- well, the body of a horse is not made for the swallowing of human beings. Put simply, a horse cannot swallow a woman whole and entire then digest her alive. Flatly impossible.”

Paula Zug simply waved her arm toward the incredibly fat horse standing in the field. It’s belly was swollen to a huge degree. Dr Wells found he would much rather look at Paula Zug instead of the fat horse. Paula was a slender woman, almost thin, barely topping five foot in high heels. She was terribly, terribly busty however, and Dr. Wells found it impossible to remember what color her hair was, whether she had hair, or whether she actually had a human head. He couldn’t look higher than those beautiful, beautiful, near nude breasts of hers.

“All right,” he sighed. “I’ll do some x-rays of the horse. I am sure that it’s something simple, but we will do what we can.”

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“Holy smokes,” wheezed Dr. wells over the phone to Paula later that afternoon. “That horse of yours is a devil. Just getting x-rays was difficult enough- it actually did swallow whole and entire the entire female staff of my clinic-” And that was saying a lot. His animal hospital employed almost seventy five women from janitors to fellow doctors and the horse had eaten every single woman in the building. It hadn’t helped that the women, once they heard it ate women, showed up in droves to see the horse.

At one point in the feeding frenzy, nude women were forcibly feeding other nude women to the horse just to see it, then feeding themselves to the horse to experience it. At one point the horses neck was stretched ten feet side to side as it desperately swallowed the women in it’s mouth and throat.

Of course, before the horse had eaten all seventy five women present, he’d counted the skeletal remains on the x-rays taken. From inside the horses stomach to every inch of the horses intestinal tract it was filled with female bones. He’d lost count after the 200th female skull in the horses stomach alone.

“You have to keep that horse at the farm. I’ll get it transferred back to your farm sometime today. If it ever got loose- I think it would eat every woman on the face of the planet in less than a week.” And the worse part was the horse wouldn’t even try to do so- it would be the women themselves desperately rushing into the horses stomach that would be the danger.

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Anne

My First Stab At Fiction In AGES

It’s a way first draft- banged out stream of conciousness from a thought I’d had. Hope to actually do something with it but with my track record, who knows?

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When he came back into the room, he realized what a dunce he’d been. Leaving Marsha alone with three ravenous beasts, no matter what they had promised, was a foolish move. Leaving aside the fact he’d only been gone for less than a minute, the fact remained that where before there had been Marsha and the three monsters in the room, now there were only three monsters.

Robert was the minotaur, a 12 foot tall woman eating monstrosity. However, get past that and he was an all right guy. Matrice was the fat gargoyle and he had a deserved reputation as a whiner. He too had an endless appetite for devouring maidens fair. Tully was the gigantic spider and while he was a sweet guy the fact remained that he was a gigantic fucking spider. Needless to mention as well his primary contribution to the nightly table was a captured woman.

All three of them looked more innocent than the last which brought the trio of them into an endless spiral of innocence. Sam wasn’t stupid though. A little slow sometimes but then hey, he didn’t have to administrate to the business needs of millions.

“All right,” he said with a sigh. “Which one of you ate her?”

The silence in the room was deafening.Even the figiting of the monsters before him was basically silent.

“Look,” he said. “I know one of you ate her. I know this because she was here when I left and now she is gone. SImple addition and subtraction. So I want the one of you what ate her to cough her back up.”

“I think she had to go to the bathroom,” said Robert. He scratched one giant furry ear as he spoke, unable to look Sam in the eye.

“No, it was a book,” said Tully. Even his voice was kind of scrithery, like his giant naked spider legs. “She wanted to read a book.”

“So, what, you think I’m stupid?” asked Sam. He sort of didn’t want a truthful answer from the beasts. He was afraid they did think he was just a moron, someone they could pull the wool over the eyes of. Some bum they could just play like a fool. It hurt him to think they might think that way because he liked the monsters. They were fun to be around and even though they ate a lot of women between them- a LOT of women- it was worth it to be just one of the guys with them.

It was only Matrice that stayed silent, looking to the ground as his grey wings slowly moved behind him. One grey foot scratched at the linoleum flooring.

“Matrice,” said Sam, slowly walking over to the gargoyle. “Come on now. I bet you know which one of you guys ate her.”

“She looked tasty,” said Matrice quietly and the other two monsters reacted with disdain. They had the guy fooled, was their body language, with Robert slapping his head and looking away and Tully scritchering away to a corner of the room. “Really good looking.”

“So which one of you three ate her?” asked Sam again. He had a feeling it was MAtrice, but he wanted to make sure.

Matrice slowly raised his hand, looking away, wings tightly furled against his back. “I did,” he whispered.

Sam couldn’t be mad at him. He was only doing what all monsters did, eating women. Swallowing them whole and digesting them alive. It wasn’t pleasant for the woman who’d been eaten, but the monsters never ate anyone out of malice.

“Did you chew her?” asked Sam, hoping against hope.

Matrice reacted as he wished, screwing up his face and making gagging noises. “Sam, I could never do that,” he said. “That’s horrible. I hate chewing bones and the taste of intestines makes me sick!”

“Well, you better cough her up then,” said Sam, patting the twelve foot tall, 2 ton monster on the forearm.

“Do I gotta, Sam? She really was tasty and I like the way she wriggled in my throat as I ate her.”

“Cough her up,” said Sam with a sigh. He stepped back as Matrice opened his mouth and made horrible yagging noises. Spit ran like a hose, and soon other fluids were cascading from the gargoyles mouth as he worked his gullet, trying to bring back up the woman he had swallowed alive. Arms burst from his throat follwed by the upper body of a gasping and coughing woman. With a final gag, Marsha came back up from the acid hell of Matrice’s stomach and into the world.

As soon as she was able, Marsha grabbed Sam and screamed. Her face was screwed into abject terror, horror at what her fate had been. Sam held her to him, making all the right noises.

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So, here’s hoping

Anne

What Do You Mean?

Evil has never loved you as I do.

What do you mean?

Nobody has ever loved you like I do.

Anne

Hello

Things are slowly decrazyfying… for the time being. Rudy should get out of the nursing home in a few days… my mother-in-law came to our home and with her- well, husband is too strong a word… and they helped clean up our house and do actual physical changes to parts to make it easier for Rudy and I to live here.

I get along GREAT with my mother-in-law. Fucking LUCKY, I am

So the house is spic-and-span again, and ready for my man to come home!!

Anne

Ups And Downs

Rudy is in a nursing home, has been for about 2 weeks now. Everyone was amazed at how weak he was. Sigh. But he’s getting massive physical therapy… he’ll be strong when he comes home.

He’s been thinking of having us sell the house we just bought and move back where we started, taking our kids with us. I like the idea but oh man what a lot of work to re-pack up the house, find a way to move, etc etc etc. And with him as sick as he is… This time would probably be the last time we would ever move.

So I don’t know.  I HATE it here where we live- fucking little podunk dead-end shallow nothing of a shit-stain on the map… No doctors here that have a brain in their heads and the ones that we DO have are fucking DANGEROUS they are so motherfucking STUPID.

Motherfucker I hate it here.

But I also want it to be a good move for Rudy, and if we could get out from under the house (something that scares me to death now- I was terrified buying the house, and now he wants to SELL it? God damn, I am glad I don’t know a thing about finances)…

Anyway, that’s where we are. I am going to try writing again here now that SOME of the stress has lowered… and I want to try chatting and RPing again, so don’t give up on me guys! I am still here

Well, Life Has Been Just Shit

since my last post, and for me to just sum it up like that with all that’s happened in my life-

Well, fuck.

Rudy’s still in the hospital, I’m spending 99% of my time with him there and trying to keep my life together the rest of the time. Not easy. Kids are starting school and I’m trying not to lose my mind.

Rudy’s not doing good. We spent a lot of time one day with him crying and talking about how hard it is for him to fight to stay alive, and that I have to realize that one day soon he’s going to have to stop fighting.

He keeps making me promise I won’t do anything horrible to myself after, when he can’t fight any more.

Anyway, he might have to stay in a nursing home after this, we don’t know. We just don’t know.

I just don’t know.

Anyway, that’s where I have been all this time, everyone. I still want to talk with people in various chatting programs- just haven’t been around, or haven’t had the energy to talk when I am around.

Miss you all.