Improvements to types and age verification screen

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   First post of 2023. This was originally going to be another short in my latest compilation, but I felt that 1400 words didn't do it justice (especially with multiple scenes), so I ended up rewriting it!
 tags:
-- anal vore
-- anthro predator
-- anthro prey
-- female predator
-- male prey
-- unwilling predator
-- willing predator
-- unwilling prey
-- willing prey
-- size difference
-- long-term endo
-- straight sex
+  - anal vore
+  - anthro predator
+  - anthro prey
+  - female predator
+  - male prey
+  - unwilling predator
+  - willing predator
+  - unwilling prey
+  - willing prey
+  - size difference
+  - long-term endo
+  - straight sex
 ---
 
 The okapi woke up with that familiar weight on her. Cynthia rubbed her eyes and yawned before carefully lowering her hands onto the spherical dome on her body below her breasts, rubbing its sides. Not too forcefully, just enough to appreciate how good it felt on her...and to get ready and lift it, in order to get up.
@@ -125,7 +125,7 @@ Once dry, she put on a pair of panties, covering the base of her plug, and her b
 
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-Cynthia's day in the copy shop was uneventful as usual, but counting the minutes only made it drag even harder. She aided someone with flyers here or pamphlets there, as well as help someone who couldn't figure out the printers for her porn script. But when customers or coworkers weren't looking at the okapi, she'd gently rub her belly over her sweater, and time would fly by. The wolf was normally asleep whenever she worked, since he shouldn't be moving in public – it was supposed to be a -false- pregnancy, after all. Today was no different, and her top served as a backup by obscuring any subtle movements in her midriff; by this point, her entire wardrobe had adapted around the wolfy being in her.
+Cynthia's day in the copy shop was uneventful as usual, but counting the minutes only made it drag even harder. She aided someone with flyers here or pamphlets there, as well as help someone who couldn't figure out the printers for her porn script. But when customers or coworkers weren't looking at the okapi, she'd gently rub her belly over her sweater, and time would fly by. The wolf was normally asleep whenever she worked, since he shouldn't be moving in public – it was supposed to be a _false_ pregnancy, after all. Today was no different, and her top served as a backup by obscuring any subtle movements in her midriff; by this point, her entire wardrobe had adapted around the wolfy being in her.
 
 When it was later in the day, the store was already empty save for her. Cynthia would still wait the full hour for any extra clients, but the long hand of the clock reached its highest point uneventfully. She chose that instant to give her tummy a firm shake with her hand.
 
@@ -171,7 +171,7 @@ Her guts went quiet and still. Apparently, she'd struck a nerve with that insinu
 
 He was giving her the silent treatment.
 
-"Okay, fine, I admit it. It -was- pretty funny in hindsight... I was just concerned that someone–...I don't know, it's just that I'm not ready to tell other people about you yet. Maybe one day, alright?"
+"Okay, fine, I admit it. It _was_ pretty funny in hindsight... I was just concerned that someone–...I don't know, it's just that I'm not ready to tell other people about you yet. Maybe one day, alright?"
 
 Cynthia planted a firm kiss on her belly, and heard a subdued grumble inside. She couldn't see what his appearance, and she couldn't understand anything that he said; so why was she so madly attracted to him? She could only wonder.