A Collective History Of Forms and Powers this gal has Obtained~
Forms:
Powers:
Forms:
Powers:
Blueprint Status flags & EST Time Frame:
Away: I’m not at the screen. (Automatically happens around 20minutes of Idle.)
Pred/Prey/LFRP: I’m in the mood to be respective Sign, looking for scene. (LFRP means switch.)
OOC: Talking about creating a scene with someone. PUB is a Preference.
IC: In scene. PUB if you’d like to talk.
DND: A variety of things could be the reason, but PUB Only.
Distracted: I've either been pulled away for something, while not long, could be so, or I Likely have the tab visible to me, but am watching/doing something separate. Also a Pre-Cursor to Away.
OPEN: I Likely have the tab visible to me, but am watching/doing something separate. However, having full attention able to be taken for approaches.
*My status, while possibly old, May show my current interest or reason for No response if the above do-not.*
Away: I’m not at the screen. (Automatically happens around 20minutes of Idle.)
Pred/Prey/LFRP: I’m in the mood to be respective Sign, looking for scene. (LFRP means switch.)
OOC: Talking about creating a scene with someone. PUB is a Preference.
IC: In scene. PUB if you’d like to talk.
DND: A variety of things could be the reason, but PUB Only.
Distracted: I've either been pulled away for something, while not long, could be so, or I Likely have the tab visible to me, but am watching/doing something separate. Also a Pre-Cursor to Away.
OPEN: I Likely have the tab visible to me, but am watching/doing something separate. However, having full attention able to be taken for approaches.
*My status, while possibly old, May show my current interest or reason for No response if the above do-not.*
You’ve had your eye on this lady a while. Beautiful body, constantly in a swimsuit, attention seeker,
Loves to agitate hungry people because…they like flaunting, possibly? Yet she’s finally in your grasp.
For such a good looking lady, she struggles sort of weakly…she must be rather lucky, but that stops
here and now as you gulp her down, only now noticing her make-up as
it tastes intoxicating alongside her. To the point you feel unable to stop, not that you mind.
Belching as you stride home, the lady putting up a fight now, you manage to supress her by degrading
her, making the apparent preyslut frozen in moaning arousal.
You take her bag with you, barely sure why. As you digest her through the night, it feels…off.
Groping when you aren’t aroused, swaying your ass in bed, stretching every moment, you eventually
fade into sleep.
Waking up however, you float above your body…as ‘you’ wake up, hearing that lady’s voice, and seeing that ladies’ prismatic eyes shine. “*Yawwwnn* There we’d go~ Knew I could pad her out fuckin well~” She gets out of bed with athletic ease, far more skillful that what she used to defend herself. ”Hmm, still need to adjust the weight…” as she takes s moment to belch stronger than you believed your body capable of as she judges her swimsuit, untainted. “Fucking finally, outgrew that perv’s suit~” She takes makeup from her bag, making you hotter than you’d hope possible.
As she walks out, she picks up her ass-plug from her now-old belched clothing, cramming it in, as she turns…to stare directly at you. Her eyes glow blue, as your spirit body becomes physical, falling to the floor as she pounces, smothering you with her ass as you slowly but surely are sucked in until you disappear to the sea of souls in this age-less pervert’s ass toy, as she gets up, smacks her ass, dresses and leaves~
Vore/etc record! (0):
Sometimes, Your body just goes out of your style…6 Months was personally way overdue for The Suspect Spirit, as on a great, Rainy Day her eyes caught to the Coffee Shop Line-Cutting Milesium, already evident of a few things to The Spirit~
She clearly wasn’t a people person, Her anger was easy to trigger, but the only important value to the spirit; She was rather hot~
After that, it was a simple Twice mess up of names, a flirt, and revealing a planned coffee drop stain, and The Spirit in her old swimmer body was sent to her gut~ …Even if she ended up underestimating how Predatory She could be~
A Prey seemed to make the ladies’ day, as she couldn’t leave the spirit alone~ Crushing her gut into walls, for example~
cramming a microphone into her gut to force a degrading message out of the spirit in trade for not going to the gym,
though The Preyslut Spirit Didn’t mind the Punishment of the Gym, The Squats, Weights and treadmill crushing or heating the gutslut up~
Eventually before her Jog home, The lady had some fun~ Making it very clear she intended the spirit to not even be tits and ass, but forgettable, burnable fat to be forgotten~
Her Prey’s last sight would be their head brought up just a moment, looking through teeth to see “YOU’RE DEAD MEAT~!”
Of Course…If the Spirit were a Normal Prey. However, as the Spirit wakes in her Predator’s body She’s more than eager to turn the tables permanently in her spirit-mending favor on her new toy~
Soon to be told~!
Soon to be told~!
Soon to be told~!
Soon to be told~!
Waking up however, you float above your body…as ‘you’ wake up, hearing that lady’s voice, and seeing that ladies’ prismatic eyes shine. “*Yawwwnn* There we’d go~ Knew I could pad her out fuckin well~” She gets out of bed with athletic ease, far more skillful that what she used to defend herself. ”Hmm, still need to adjust the weight…” as she takes s moment to belch stronger than you believed your body capable of as she judges her swimsuit, untainted. “Fucking finally, outgrew that perv’s suit~” She takes makeup from her bag, making you hotter than you’d hope possible.
As she walks out, she picks up her ass-plug from her now-old belched clothing, cramming it in, as she turns…to stare directly at you. Her eyes glow blue, as your spirit body becomes physical, falling to the floor as she pounces, smothering you with her ass as you slowly but surely are sucked in until you disappear to the sea of souls in this age-less pervert’s ass toy, as she gets up, smacks her ass, dresses and leaves~
Vore/etc record! (0):
Sometimes, Your body just goes out of your style…6 Months was personally way overdue for The Suspect Spirit, as on a great, Rainy Day her eyes caught to the Coffee Shop Line-Cutting Milesium, already evident of a few things to The Spirit~
She clearly wasn’t a people person, Her anger was easy to trigger, but the only important value to the spirit; She was rather hot~
After that, it was a simple Twice mess up of names, a flirt, and revealing a planned coffee drop stain, and The Spirit in her old swimmer body was sent to her gut~ …Even if she ended up underestimating how Predatory She could be~
A Prey seemed to make the ladies’ day, as she couldn’t leave the spirit alone~ Crushing her gut into walls, for example~
cramming a microphone into her gut to force a degrading message out of the spirit in trade for not going to the gym,
though The Preyslut Spirit Didn’t mind the Punishment of the Gym, The Squats, Weights and treadmill crushing or heating the gutslut up~
Eventually before her Jog home, The lady had some fun~ Making it very clear she intended the spirit to not even be tits and ass, but forgettable, burnable fat to be forgotten~
Her Prey’s last sight would be their head brought up just a moment, looking through teeth to see “YOU’RE DEAD MEAT~!”
Of Course…If the Spirit were a Normal Prey. However, as the Spirit wakes in her Predator’s body She’s more than eager to turn the tables permanently in her spirit-mending favor on her new toy~
Soon to be told~!
Soon to be told~!
Soon to be told~!
Soon to be told~!