In a hurry, you put down the phone and stuff the rest of the donut into your mouth as you sprint into the bathroom. You take a quick shower, brush your teeth, dry off and throw on some clean clothes in no longer than 5 minutes, before you run out the door. Luckily she only lived a few blocks away, but you'd still have to haul it to get there on time.
By the time you reach her doorstep, you're completely out of breath. Panting for air and hunched over with your hands on your knees, you reach up and ring her doorbell. Before you even have time to remove your finger from the button, you hear the door swing open in front of you. You look up to see Katie in the doorway, giggling at you.
Even though she's just a friend, you've always found her extremely cute. Whether she knows that or not, you were never sure. She has long, thick red hair that she'd normally kept in a ponytail, but today she left it messily draping over her shoulders. She has pale skin, and a fair amount of freckles on her face, especially on the bridge of her nose. She's fairly tall, standing a few inches taller than you. She wore a loose white t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts, which hugged her thick athletic thighs nicely. She wasn't skinny by any means, being a bit on the curvy side, but she was still in great shape as she was pretty active in sports.
"Well are you gonna come in or not?! We don't have all day." She playfully grabs your arm and pulls you inside, practically dragging you as she led you down to the basement. She'd always had a perky personality, but for some reason she seemed unusually excited this morning. You couldn't help but notice her grinning to herself, in an almost mischievous manner.
You look around once you reached her basement. It was a very cozy, dimly-lit area with a large couch and a few sofa chairs positioned in front of a big screen TV. On it was the title screen for Mario Kart, as she'd already had the Wii turned on with 2 controllers ready to go. You eagerly plop yourself down on the sofa and grab a controller. Just then, Katie suddenly steps in between you and the TV with her hands on her hips, looking down at you with a smirk. "Before we start, I was thinking... We've been played this same old game so many times now. What if we made a bet with each other, to make things more interesting?" She raised an eyebrow as she looked at you.
"Hmm.. That sounds fun actually, sure why not!" You say, scratching the back of your head lightly "What would we bet though? I was in such a hurry, I left my wallet at home.."
Katie bites her lower lip, before responding. "How about... we do best out of 3 races. If you win, I'll bake those cookies you love any time you want, for the rest of the month. And if you lose, well... I get to do whatever I want to you..." You didn't like the way she was smiling at you. You reply, "Hmm... I don't know, that last part of the bet is pretty vague."
"What's the matter, afraid I'm gonna beat you again?" She grins.
"What?! Don't get cocky, you've beaten me once and only once this past month! Fine, you're on."
She yays cutely and plops down next to you, picking up a controller before saying, "And remember, a bet's a bet. You can't back out now." You nod in understandment, and the two of you start the game.
Throughout the race, you stayed in the lead. You couldn't help but smile to yourself, knowing all the delicious cookies you'd be eating soon. From time to time you'd taunt her, reminding her of all the baking she'd soon be stuck doing, but she just shrugged it off, seeming strangely confident. Finally, just as you near the finish line, you get nailed from behind with a shell and can only watch as she speeds passed you, winning the round. She lets out a loud "Ha!!" and elbows you in the side, obviously payback for all your gloating. You grumble under your breath "Fine, that's just one... It's still best out of three..." She sticks her tongue out at you, clearly excited about being 1 race away from winning the bet.
As you get ready to start the second race, curiousity gets the best of you, and you ask, "So erm... what exactly are you planning to do, if by some slim chance you do win?... Not that you're going to." She turns to look at you, biting her lip again before saying "Well... you remember that time a few months ago, when I'd had too much to drink, and spilled my most secret erm.... fantasy to you?"
"Yep, wh-..." You go a little pale, starting to realize what she's implying. "Why?" She simply pulls a tiny box out of her pocket and waves it teasingly while flashing you a toothy grin, before putting it away and winking at you. You couldn't help but think back to the last time you'd seen it. It was a few months before, she'd called you in a panic with a serious problem. To make a long story short, her dog ate something it shouldn't have, and supposedly had shrunk and disappeared in her room somewhere. You thought she was pulling a prank on you until you found it... sitting under her bed, no larger than the size of the bug. That's when she first showed you the little box, full of pills. She said she must've dropped one on the floor, where the dog later found and ate it. For the next few days, she had to feign sadness after convincing her parents that it ran away during the night, at least until the effects wore off and it "mysteriously" returned to the doorstep.
Your thoughts flash forward to a few days later, the two of you were leaving a party at 4 AM, and you decided to walk her home. She was pretty wasted at the time, and you let curiousity get the best of you, by asking why she had the strange shrinking pills. And that's when she opened up to you as a vorarephile. She spilled every little vore fantasy she thinks about, every possible way it can be done, every entry way she'd want to vore someone through. She'd left you speechless, as you'd never heard of anything so twisted and bizarre as vore. It took a while to sink in, but you were okay with it, and promised to keep her secret as long as she promised to never try to fulfill her fantasy on anyone without their consent, knowing nobody would be crazy enough to wish something as horrible as vore upon themselves.
You snap out of your thoughts as you notice her staring at you lustfully. "Well you DID agree to our little bet... so it's not exactly without consent", she says with a cocky grin. This whole bet was just a loophole for her, and it was clear she couldn't contain herself any longer.
Trying to think of a way out of the situation, you glance at the stairway, knowing it's the only exit.
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