Zenith Diary Assignment

By VivettaVenray

(WARNING: Contains gore, vore [soft/hard], cruelty, digestion, and weird stuff among other things.

This story has a small amount of content related to vomit, but it's pretty quick and not that detailed. If you really, really hate vomit in any context then you can skip Chapter 2, but I don't recommend it as without spoiling anything it's a little relevant later.

There's also some descriptions of penis and penetrative sex.

Some characters in this story aren't exactly human, but they are human enough in shape and other areas.

The only other thing I will mention is that this story has a bit of non-consensual themes in it. Obviously a giant lady using a building as a toy is basically mass non-con already, and I've written content like that before. However, this story involves different levels of size difference and context compared to that other stuff. So, please keep that in mind if you are sensitive to any non-con sort of content.)

(NOTE: This story is a bit weirder and much more experimental than some of my other works. It also focuses a bit more on a sort of ‘super powered’ style of power difference, along with size differences.

It is a first person diary/journal-style story, somewhat like the first story I ever shared under this name.

I also experimented with writing some second-person-perspective content in here as well, sort of.

Since every chapter is treated as a diary entry. This means some chapters are way longer than others, so please keep that in mind. Honestly I feel like I kind of bungled the diary style of writing a bit, using it as an excuse to tell way more than show. Oh well, I hope the story is still enjoyed!)

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Chapter 1: 2100 October 4th, Monday

I can’t believe I’m starting a diary! I never thought myself the type. Growing up, every TV show with a diary in it had it invariably getting stolen. The lurid secrets contained within, read by a rival or a pesky relative. The horror! The embarrassment!

I was always worried about writing personal information of myself. It’s kind of a vulnerability. What if my laptop gets stolen?

Then I figured, even without a diary, if someone steals my laptop they have my personal files. All my pictures from my phone I backed up, all my homework assignments. I would have probably forgotten to log out of my email account, so they’ll have access there too.

So, I’m kind of screwed anyways if someone else gets my computer, so might as well write a diary! I mean, if Nyrle had my laptop and saw my web browsing history and the music I listened to? She’d tease me about it for months, might not ever let me live it down.

Not that I don’t tease her plenty of course, but she deserves it, not me! Haha.

Anyways yeah so for those reasons I decided to write this diary. Just to, you know, get in touch with my creative and descriptive self...

Oh yeah, and cause it’s a requirement option for my sophomore writing class this semester. The other option was way harder so I went with this. In fact, the professor said that in respect of our privacy, we don’t even have to prove we wrote the diary or journal at all!

I wonder what the real difference between a diary and a journal is? I should probably ask later.

Anyways, she did say I should write as though it was being read in particular. She said something about how if something is obvious to you, it might not be obvious to another. “Write so that it can be read from someone on a different continent, or another time period!”

Seems kind of silly to me but, whatever.

Anyways a diary (or journal, maybe) entry should cover some stuff about the day it’s written at least, so I’ll always make sure to do that, and I’ll try to do it in at least a somewhat conversational tone for that approach-ability the professor was nagging about.

Well, today was sadly pretty uneventful. Slept through breakfast, and I had the usual lunch at the dining hall with the pals. Classes were fine but boring.

The only standout moment of the day was seeing him. Brock. That chiseled jaw, smooth brown hair. Fit physique, but those charming sky-blue eyes to show off a sensitive side that I totally know is there.

One day I’ll work up the courage to talk to him.

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