We take a look back, before the Tygla Fast, before Met left Tam, when Cast-Dough bakery was still open...
Here we find Tam, discarded on the street, after their personally traumatic encounter with the person who almost got them...
An insight into the dread Tam has carried with them, ever since.

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(Spoilers)
(Character Quote: "..." -Tam )


(Quick guide:

Post-vore, post regurgitation, contemplation, regret, self-blame, attempted recovery. )



(Legend:

Cent: Short term for centimetre.
Deci: Short term for decimetre.
Chronicle: A series of stories connected but not sequential. Ongoing stories without regular updates.
Rapacitor: A predator who eats for the sake of greed and gluttony.)



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“Balls,” Tam muttered, tasting that phallic, decrepit word wiping out of her lips. Suppose that it took a dam breaking to upholster the river of routine. Even still, there were thoughts they'd rather avoid, those of what they'd do when the authorities got involved with her building. Finding out what she had done to the previous owner. Other thoughts likewise plagued them: that fact that she hadn't had time for incense in weeks, or that some of her 'collection' was starting to stink, of course not to mention the fact even after this many months her chest was still flat as a pancake.


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