"Damn, I should have known you were going vore." Laura grumbles as she starts to pull her t-shirt off.
"Huh?" Not the most intelligent of comment, but Laura is acting not at all like you had expected. Your vore daydreams have featured terrified women, or women who were actually eager. But Laura is not only acting like she knows exactly what you intend to do, but that it is no more than a long line at the movie theater.
"All the signs were there. It should have been obvious." she continues to pout as she reveals a bra that is under a delightful strain. She turns around as she finally addresses you more direct. "Here, unlatch my bra. If you are going to make a snack out of me, at least you can do something to help me out of these clothes."
You do as order as Laura continues to strip, and berate you. "You vore just don't respect women. At least you could ask first, or give a girl a little warning. But no, you get the munchies and drag me off into whatever quiet corner is nearby...and you just ruin my clothes when you..."
Your mind is abuzz with questions, almost enough to drown your appetite [not easy to do as more and more delicious parts of Laura appear]. You manage "There are other vores at this school?"
Laura pauses, giving you a delightful view of her lovely mounds, "Well, there are the six who have eaten me, and at least that many more I am sure of. I haven't seen everybody, and of course I keep away from those I suspect..."
"You've been eaten six times? That's impossible." you protest.
"Actually, it's more like 20. Not all you vores are love them and leave them types." Laura continues to grumble as she unzips her jeans, showing a bit of her panties.
"But you can't survive being eaten... It's impossible!"
"It's impossible to eat me too. And you are about to do that." She pushes her jeans to her knees, exposing those delightful thighs as she continues. "Don't ask me how it happens. I just know I get eaten and survive."
"But...Wait, how come I've never heard of this. These other vores you talk about must have eaten other girls. Why isn't there any talk?"
Laura sits on a chair and extends a leg. "Give these things a tug, will ya. I love wearing them, but they can be a bitch to get on or off. ... Oh, talk? Well, in my case, the first few times, I just figured they wouldn't believe me, so I kept quiet. Then it got to feeling normal, and not that worth talking about. I figure about half the girls on campus have been eaten at least once, but I don't know for sure for more than a dozen or so. I suppose we all figure we would just be called crazy and would cause a terrible fuss. It's not something completely terrible after all...But you are still a jerk for eating me like this."
"But..." you trail off for a second. With her slipping out of her panties and showing succulent hips, there is no way she is getting out of this room except in your belly. Still, you aren't being very nice, even if she is going to survive. "Maybe I can make it up to you some way. Buy you a new outfit?"
Laura considers, "...No, that would make me feel like a whore. That would be worse. Just take my stuff up to my room. ... Wait, I do have quite a bit of homework. You can do that for me." When you agree, she smiles. "Thank you. Maybe you won't be like the others.
She approach in a much more friendly manner, "Now how do you want to eat me? Feet first? Head first?"
"How about I give you your choice?"
"I'm not sure I want that. If I choose, it starts to sound like I approve of being eaten. ... still..."
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