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Check out my latest Kindle short, Gummy Bears!

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molly-ren:

Yo, here’s that snippet from the sequel to Gummy Bears that I promised!

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The next morning, Six wasn’t in the kitchen at breakfast.

If you ever worked for Six the way I did during that summer, you will understand how strange this was. I actually looked at the clock to make sure I had the time right, and hadn’t somehow gotten dressed in record speed. In fact, I was exactly on time, as I had been trained to be. When you were even a few minutes late to meet Six, you didn’t do it again.

In fact, the force of habit was so strong that I made coffee despite the fact that I felt a growing tension in my stomach, then sat down at my computer and began to review the day’s emails. But at nine twenty five I couldn’t stand it any more, and went in search of him, wondering if I had either forgotten something or been overlooked while the rest of the household went to Fiji on his private jet.

As I searched the empty rooms it was hard for me not to become more and more unsettled. Inexorably, I remembered Six telling me the story of when one of his sex party invites had pulled a gun on him and had made off with almost a thousand dollars. By the time I’d checked the pool and his bedroom I was starting to imagine that someone had broken in and killed him, which was why, when I got to Rufus’ still-shut door, I gently pushed it open rather than slamming it like my nerves wanted to.

Six was standing over Rufus’ bed.

The rush of relief I felt upon seeing him was intense—but it somehow did nothing to relieve the tension. Why was he there, looking at Rufus so intently? I must have gasped a little, because I startled him… and then when he saw me, placed a finger to his lips. Shhhhhh.

I came in quietly and shut the door even more quietly. Rufus was still asleep in the bed, naked as he usually was, except for the sheet. I had the fleeting thought that he might be sick, or hurt, and that was the reason Six had told me to be quiet, but I was distracted by all the bottles. They were cluttered all over the bedside table, the bureau, and even the windowsill—wine bottles and tequila bottles and the huge liter soda bottles, all quite full. Six had even lined up a row of glass Orange Crush bottles on the windowsill, which Rufus had once told me he’d used to do one of his first liquid stuffings. The early morning light shone through the bright orange liquid inside them like stained glass.

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I posted this ages ago, and as you can see, it’s pretty much been ignored.

But the times when, in a sea of likes for my other posts, I see that one, single new heart for this post? IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY!

drbyron:

ursulavernon:

kytri:

vintar:

old and busted: werewolves

new hotness: were everything else

What a time to be alive.

See, my problem is that I’d be like “Ha ha, I’ll write were-chicken porn as a joke.” And two hundred pages later, I would be deeply invested in the were-chicken’s tragic quest and pretty much I’m not allowed to do anything as a joke ever again.


BUT WHAT ABOUT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING

If you are a werebee, do you turn into a single one, or a SWARM,
so is it a psychological dissociation or a gang bang?

molly-ren:

molly-ren:

molly-ren:

Ever wish there was more in your erotica?
More girls feeding guys?
More shirtless bisexuals?
More puke? More blood? More doing filthy things in hotel bathrooms?
Then welcome to my very first Kindle short story, “Gummy Bears”! It’s about what happens when you spend a morning reading about people’s unfortunate reactions to eating a certain kind of candy… and then your two favorite partners buy you a two-pound bag for you to try.
BUY IT HERE!

There’s a sequel for “Gummy Bears” already planned! If I get ten reblogs of this post, I’ll release a teaser for the next story, which is all about force-feeding. ;)

Only four more reblogs til you get the next teaser!

Three reblogs away! (Likes don’t count, but thanks so much to the bunches of people who have liked this post so far!)
I also got the best “review” ever from a friend just now: “I can’t read your ebook cause I have emetophobia but I think the cover is real pretty :D”.

molly-ren:

molly-ren:

molly-ren:

Ever wish there was more in your erotica?

More girls feeding guys?

More shirtless bisexuals?

More puke? More blood? More doing filthy things in hotel bathrooms?

Then welcome to my very first Kindle short story, “Gummy Bears”! It’s about what happens when you spend a morning reading about people’s unfortunate reactions to eating a certain kind of candy… and then your two favorite partners buy you a two-pound bag for you to try.

BUY IT HERE!

There’s a sequel for “Gummy Bears” already planned! If I get ten reblogs of this post, I’ll release a teaser for the next story, which is all about force-feeding. ;)

Only four more reblogs til you get the next teaser!

Three reblogs away! (Likes don’t count, but thanks so much to the bunches of people who have liked this post so far!)

I also got the best “review” ever from a friend just now: “I can’t read your ebook cause I have emetophobia but I think the cover is real pretty :D”.

Stuffer Stories: Water Bottles
Stuffer Stories: Water Bottles

molly-ren:

Rihanna was awoken by a familiar, satisfied sigh.

Slowly, her body reminded her of where she was….her hair brushing her bare shoulders and back..wonderfully cool sheets against her bare skin…a hotel. She could feel a warm side pressed up against hers, and she grinned, pretending to still be…

This, oh friends and lovers, is an amazing, embarrassing relic.

It is the very first piece of “successful” feederism erotica I ever wrote, and Mister Six does things to himself in it that he now only inflicts on others. It’s also six years old, but when I reconnected with my old friend Herro recently, it’s still the one they immediately asked for.

molly-ren:

molly-ren:

Ever wish there was more in your erotica?
More girls feeding guys?
More shirtless bisexuals?
More puke? More blood? More doing filthy things in hotel bathrooms?
Then welcome to my very first Kindle short story, “Gummy Bears”! It’s about what happens when you spend a morning reading about people’s unfortunate reactions to eating a certain kind of candy… and then your two favorite partners buy you a two-pound bag for you to try.
BUY IT HERE!

There’s a sequel for “Gummy Bears” already planned! If I get ten reblogs of this post, I’ll release a teaser for the next story, which is all about force-feeding. ;)

Only four more reblogs til you get the next teaser!

molly-ren:

molly-ren:

Ever wish there was more in your erotica?

More girls feeding guys?

More shirtless bisexuals?

More puke? More blood? More doing filthy things in hotel bathrooms?

Then welcome to my very first Kindle short story, “Gummy Bears”! It’s about what happens when you spend a morning reading about people’s unfortunate reactions to eating a certain kind of candy… and then your two favorite partners buy you a two-pound bag for you to try.

BUY IT HERE!

There’s a sequel for “Gummy Bears” already planned! If I get ten reblogs of this post, I’ll release a teaser for the next story, which is all about force-feeding. ;)

Only four more reblogs til you get the next teaser!