"Well, come morning, you will poop me out." Laura informs you. "In the bathtub or shower if you can. I'll be really in need of a bath."
"I guess that sounds reasonable." you acknowledge, while realizing that nothing about this whole thing sounds reasonable. "But that's it? I gobble you down, digest you, make a dump of you, and an hour later you are fine?" Sounds great for you. You can have your fun with no problem.
"Not at all. When I get out of the tub, I am going to be crazy for sex. I'll be begging you to do me. Now I'd prefer you fight me off, but I'll chase you down the hallway screaming for you to stop and have me if you try to get away, so I can't really kick when you let me do what I want to do. I may not really want to, but I'll have a real problem proving that.
"But if you do take me, I want you to promise to do it again."
"Huh?" is your intelligent response. "I'm not to rape you, but if I do, the punishment is to have to rape you again?"
"In a way." Laura agrees. "It's hard to explain, but I guess it amounts to my preferring to be abused to being discarded. We'll see if I actually want you, but I want to be the one who decides how long you get to play with my body. You just dumping me will hurt bad."
This still sounds crazy to you. But you have never deemed women to be especially sane, and this whole situation is pretty crazy anyway. Why worry about something that is crazy in your favor?
"Ah...those other vore...who were they?"
"Are you jealous?" Laura counters, "And you haven't even had me yet..."
"No...not at all...well not exactly anyway." you try to answer. "But if others know more about this vore stuff than I do, I need to meet them and find out what is going on."
"Well, I suppose there is no reason not to..." Laura mutters. "Now Frank was the first to eat me, and he has eaten me several times since. I suppose he knows as much as anybody... He's rather nice..." Laura sounds rather approving. Perhaps she too recognizes this as she continues with "...at least for a vore."
"So where is he?" you ask.
"Ah... Oh dear. He would be off campus today." Laura answers. "We'll have to talk with him tomorrow."
"OK" you answer. There seems no need to rush. Of course this is all new to you and you wish you knew more, but if it is old hat to Laura, there seems to be no reason to rush.
So you busy yourself picking up Laura's clothing and books. Thankfully, she didn't have any of her drums with her. You wandering around carrying them might cause questions you don't want to answer. You glance at your belly and are surprised to see that Laura is right about one thing. However it happened, your belly is back to its normal shape. Maybe you might look a little pudgy, but it seems absurd that a hundred pounds of delicious lass is in your stomach.
Well, you might as well follow directions and so you head out the door of the room. Nobody is around and nobody pays attention to you as you make your way to Laura's room. You do find you are paying more attention to the girls you pass. Not that you have ever really ignored them, but now there is this added attraction... You wonder if Laura would object to having to share your belly. Perhaps it is just as well that none of the lasses approach you and you have a mission. But you don't stop dreaming...
But finally you reach Laura's room, and open the door and head on in, closing the door behind you.
And find yourself face to face with Laura, who seems quite surprised to find you in her room. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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