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A school takes students on a group camping trip in a forest park, with rivers, waterfalls, and a beautiful view. Students celebrate the break in school work and upcoming graduation with a party in the woods with drinks and laughter echoing through the park. Of course, the highlight of the student body was Sarah. Sarah, a popular girl with a fragrance aroma, feminine charm, and a bit of an attitude, had everyone's attention; you didn't like her because she could be rude. However, after nightfall and everyone retreating to their tents,Sarah enters your tent and lies down next to you. “Umm...wrong tent.” You try to gently correct her. Sarah smiles and whispers in your ear, “Shhhh... Don't worry, this is the right tent.” “Are you sure? I am Lux Blake. I didn't think you even knew my name. Sarah giggles, “Of course I know your name, you're in my class after all. But that doesn't matter right now... Don't tell anyone about this and just let me cuddle with you for a while.” “why

Letícia wakes up a few hours later, feeling sore and exhausted. She looks around the room, trying to remember what happened last night. As she sits up in bed, she noticed the door closing behind me and realizes that it was not just a dream. *** At school I meet up with Natasha first thing in the morning. “Hey babe! how are you this morning? I have something to tell you.” Natasha is a stunning girl with long, curly hair and bright blue eyes. She has an athletic build and wears her uniform in a way that shows off her figure. Her smile is warm and inviting, making it hard to resist getting close to her. "Good morning! I'm doing great.. What did you want to tell me?” “You know Leticia, my childhood friend? She got on my bad side yesterday and she's trying to make it up to me. She agreed to be our servant for a while if you need anything.” Natasha raises an eyebrow in surprise. "Really? That's interesting... So she is going to be our servant now? What did you do to her that made her

For my next interview I had to make a house call.I pulled into the short driveway of 3473N Dr. It is a quaint 1 level neighborhood house, the only reason I share the address now is because it will soon be on the market and host an estate sale. I knocked on the door and had to wait quite a bit, listening as labored shuffling made its way to open it. Finally the door opened, revealing a tall woman with long black hair, a sharp nose, and stern brown eyes. Her curves and honey skin was shown off by a black bra that barely held back a flood of bosom. A black diaphanous veil trailed off the bra to halfway down her distended, taunt, bulging belly. So large was her gut that it nearly came to her knees before continuing with long toned legs. I could see no pants or panties, having been obscured from view by her massive belly if there at all. The sight made me blush. "Vanessa, I assume?" I said taking a guess. "Ya. You must be the reporter." Her voice carried a trace of accent that I couldn't place."Come on in." She turned to lead me in, revealing a plump naked rear end. I immediately felt my ears grow hot and rushed in to close the door thus concealing her view from the street. "Ma'am!" I whispered harshly, "you're naked!" Vanessa looked over her shoulder and smirked at me. "Yeah, and see anything you like, cowboy?" She gave her perfect ass a quick smack that made it jiggle for a fraction of a second. I noticed the action took her hand from supporting her oversized tummy. The loss of that support caused Vanessa to stumble forward a bit, but she caught herself on the wall and smoothly converted the mishap into shaking her hips as if what she had meant to do was further show off her assets anyway. "Hey! I paid for a solo experience!" Came a voice from her swaying stomach. Vanessa clicked her tongue in a chiding manner and began to rub all over her distended gut. "And isn't that what you are getting, Mr. Burrows?" She massage and kneaded her stomach where she could, then lightly, almost playfully bumped it against a white door frame. This was going to be stranger than I initially thought. I stepped up to Vanessa and leaned over her belly. "I have no intentions to join you, sir." I shouted. "Good!" Came a curt reply. I looked up and almost plunged my face into Vanessa's waiting cleavage. She looked disapproving, like I had spoiled her game. "You don't have to raise your voice, he can hear you just fine." Vanessa put her hands under the curve of her gut and jostled it a few times, eliciting some sloshing and gurgling sounds before hoisting upwards and carrying herself towards a couch in the next room. Once she got there, she flopped down on her back and crooked a finger for me to follow. I walked in and located a light blue recliner across from the couch. I pulled out my voice recorder, took a seat, and started the interview. "Vanessa, was it? What might your full name be?" "You'll have to come closer than that," Vanessa stated, nodding towards the other end of the couch. "You may not have to yell, but he is buried under several layers of flesh, and it can get loud sometimes." She used her fingertips to bounce her rounded stomach lightly. I sighed, but got up and sat down on the couch by Vanessa's feet. "Now would you mind stating your name for the record?" I asked, starting again. "Give me a foot massage. " She replied, putting her feet on my lap. Her belly quivered, and its occupant spoke, "Vanessa, please! Do not tease my guest. He wants to know about your profession and my experience. He is not a customer." I stared at her bulging stomach, finding it strange to be thanking someone's abdomen, but nodded. Vanessa sighed in resignation. "Fine," she said, propping her cheek up on her left hand. "Just Vanessa, no last name." Her right hand produced a business card that she handed over, before returning to absent-mindedly caressing her ballooned midsection. The card read "Vanessa" in flowing font with 3 words under it. "Vore. Vixen. Lady." Followed by a phone number. "All right then," I pocketed the card. "Vanessa No-last-name, I picked up a faint accent. Where are you from originally?" "My father is Egyptian, my mother is from Crete. I grew up there. I came here my junior year of high school. I dropped out of college when I discovered my 'talent'." She emphasized the last word by patting her belly contentedly. "I see. And what about you, Mr. Burrows?" I shifted the microphone of the recorder to the part of Vanessa's belly just above her waist. I must have accidentally touched her though, because she closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip and her whole belly contracted just a bit. "Ah, yes. My name is, or rather will have been, George Burrows. I was born and raised here. Made my life in sales." I couldn't pinpoint where in Vanessa's stomach Mr. Burrows head might have been. I didn't take my eyes off Vanessa herself though. She was still biting her bottom lip and massaging deeply into the top of her stomach. "Why did you choose to be eaten, Mr. Burrows?" I asked, distracted. "Well, it's always been a bit of a fantasy of mine. Being dominated, locked inside another person and restricted. It's the most intimate one can get. " Two for two on the victims having an odd kink. Could it really be that wide spread of a fetish? "Think back to when you were a kid," Burrows voice continued, " playing hide and seek and you found the perfect spot. It was dark, maybe a bit cramped, but you knew it was safe. This is the same, but it comes with a full body massage!" Vanessa clearly couldn't reach past her bloated belly to her pelvic area, so she switched tactics. Now with her left hand she grabbed my right and placed it on her stomach, guiding me how to caress her. Her right hand caught my left and guided it to her crotch. I shook my head no and tried to refocus. "But it's not a safe space, you will be digested and die." "I may, but I'll live forever stacked on Vanessa's beautiful body. Most people into vore come to terms with the cost of their fantasy well before committing to it." Vanessa pulled more insistently on my left hand and my fingers brushed her pubic area. She was definitely turned on and waiting. She ground my right hand harder into her belly and I felt what seemed like a shoulder somewhere deep inside her. "Ooh, Vanessa dear. I like that." Mr. Burrows cooed. My brain was becoming muddled and confused. I was here to do a job. I needed information. I was getting information, but the extremely attractive woman I was interviewing was half naked and trying to seduce me. And I liked it. But I wasn't interviewing her, I was interviewing the party inside of her, who also seemed to be enjoying it. Would giving in to desire make them more willing to talk or would it distract them from the topic at hand? Would I be focused enough to do the interview if I gave in? "What made you decide to call Vanessa," I asked. I met the vixen's eyes and my resolve crumbled a little. I flicked my fingers, plunging into the wet hole between her legs with my left hand. The response was immediate. Her stomach contracted tightly and she arched her head back. Her raven hair spread across the cushion behind her in the way that just make one want to gather it up and pull. Dominate Vanessa. These thoughts took over my mind in the fraction of a second after the question left my lips. "I met Vanessa about 3 years back at a party and…" George continued to ramble, but I lost focus. Vanessa let go of my left hand, having set it in motion, and grabbed hold of my neck. She moved my right hand from massaging her stomach to groping her breast. She slid my right hand over the bra so I had her nipple nestled between my index and middle finger. I played with her areolas as I slipped down beside her and laid into her lush dark lips with a greedy kiss. I eagerly explored her mouth with my tongue. She tasted lightly sweet, like honeydew She reciprocated for a moment before taking the crown of my head in her hand and guiding me southward. I continued kissing her lasciviously. Down her neck until I had reposition my hand to her distended belly again in order to take her breast into my mouth. I sucked on her heavenly mounds as she arched backwards again. "Excuse me, " George Burrows interrupted, "but I can hear and feel everything you both are doing." I felt embarrassed. "Sorry," I mumbled as I pushed myself up off of Vanessa. It seemed she had other plans though. Vanessa slapped her belly hard. It jiggled for a second or so as everything, or rather everyone, settled back into the stasis of her gut. "Mr. Burrows, you are food now. I expect you to shut up and digest while the reporter and I fuck." "Peter Hughes," I said, offering up my name. "Give me that peter, Peter." Vanessa began deftly undoing my belt. I shrugged and lay back down on top of her. Vanessa's stomach cushioned around me as I lay back to licking her tits. The occupant inside her body adjusted slightly and I felt every move between the three of us. *** Some time later I woke up beside Vanessa. We had moved to the bed at some point. I checked my pant pocket for my phone. It was a little past midnight. Vanessa gave a groggy moan and reached behind herself to grab my hand and put it back on her belly. It was much smaller now. Her flesh felt doughy and gave way beneath my touch. Vanessa's stomach sloshed and gurgled under the pressure of my hand. I pressed in deeper but found nothing solid like the shoulder I had touched earlier "Mmm, don't press so hard. I'll have to go to the bathroom." Vanessa complained tiredly. "He's gone," I stated stunned. "You actually digested Mr. Burrows." "He just moved to his new home." She guided my hand to cup her boobs, which had grown at least 2 sizes. I bounced the weight of her in my hand. It was as soft and pliable as before. "You know, " she continued, turning over to face me, "they might even have milk now. Sometimes after a large meal they will leak." She gave me a suggestive look. I squeezed her breast lightly and sure enough a bead of white liquid appeared. I tentatively bent down and licked it off. Her milk was sweet, but not overly. I don't know what came over me, but I had buried my face lustfully down upon her honey skinned titty. Her flavor gushed into my mouth like a flood. I greedily drank from her until I realized she was pushing me back and away. "Honey, honey, " she chided as I sat up. She propped herself up on her elbows. "Let me use the restroom first. Ol' George is asking to be let out." She patted her paunch a bit. I reluctantly sat back and let her up. Vanessa slid out of bed and headed towards the lavatory. That semi-toned perfect ass that I had admired before swayed in front of me. It had gained a few pounds too, just enough to make it jiggle with each step Vanessa took. Damn, I almost wanted to get up and follow her to the restroom, she was so hot. While Vanessa relieved herself, I stood and gathered my stuff so it was all in one place. I had to fish my tape recorder out of the couch cushions. I didn't know if any of this interview would be viable, since I had tainted the source. "And I plan to do it again," I thought to myself as I went back to the bedroom to wait. Eventually Vanessa returned. "Much better, " she said. Then she juggled her left breast followed by her right one. "You drained this one, now help drain the other." She got back in bed and aggressively shoved her tits in my face. I did not hesitate to lay into the task. We fucked again. *** In the end, Vanessa asked for my number, teasing that she'd call me if I was to be a dad. I had hers, so I figured it evened out. But as I left 3473N, I couldn't help but wonder: was there really something I found appealing to this vore?

I have written several breaking stories before now. You might known the name Peter Hughes from such undercover stories as "Inside the daily life of Boko Haram" or "Cults of the Butterflies". Those are my best known pieces, but for something new I decided to try writing a story on a domestic subgenre kink. The title will be called "Vore in gurgling digestive depths." The phenomenon of vorarephilia as a kink has been around for a while, but the advent of the new muscle relaxer Duzi has really changed the scene. What use to be a harmless fantasy was able to take on a dark lethal turn as Duzi allowed users to relax not just their jaws, allowing human sized food in, but their stomachs to host such an intake.  I did the initial research and digging into the drug itself before talking with three users. Duzi came from China, originally intended for super strength, Duzi had side effects that outweighed the intended purpose. Despite a modicum of boosted strength, the other muscles would relax to the point of making a user immobile. That means Duzi users won't be chasing prey down until the drug leaves their system.  Users of Duzi, often referred to as the "voracious," do not hunt, though. There are willing parties called prey that often seek out a predator or "pred" for short. The first pred I tracked down was Jennifer Starling. She had eaten her new husband, Johnathan Starling, supposedly upon his request. Now she sat across from me with blond hair cascading to midway between her shoulder blades. Her hair framed a cheerful and plump face. Mrs. Starling has blue eyes that sparkle with excitement for life. Johnathan had obviously stacked up on her chest, giving his ex-wife large E cups. Her breasts topped a slightly pudgy tummy, which I assume had stored all it could of her former husband devoured a week prior. Mrs. Sterling informed me that her husband had mentioned his interest in vore shortly before their wedding. Initially, she was hesitant and skeptical. Eventually, though, he convinced his wife to eat him. She passed me a picture of them at the wedding. Johnathan had been of mid height with highlighted hair and a shadow of a beard. He was smiling next to his bride, a neigh unrecognizable Jennifer Starling. In the picture Mrs. Starling had a narrow face and roughly a B cup bust. Her flat, toned figure would have been the envy of many in a previous Era of beauty standards. "Once we actually did it, once Johnathan was inside me…" Jennifer paused and blushed, cradling her doughy midsection as she remembered. "It was euphoric. He filled me up in a way I'd never felt before. It was like the fullness of a well stocked barbecue event combined with constant orgasms." Her blush deepened. At this point, she apologized for her bluntness, but said she didn't know how else to describe it. "He would have loved these." Mrs. Starling said, hefting and bouncing her ample bosom. "I suppose he did in the end. It's where most of him ended up." It was my turn to blush as I tried to move on. Not that Jennifer's rack wasn't impressive and the type any guy would love to be between, but inside? I asked if she was lonely since he was gone. Starling laughed and said no, she felt her husband with her wherever she went. He settled on her hips and a pain in her back with how much she had to carry around now. "The only time I get lonely without him is in bed," Jennifer mentioned, looking furtively away. "There’s nobody but myself to explore these new curves with." She gave me a questioning glance and shifted her shoulders to accent her cleavage. I ignored the advance and moved on. "Could you describe the actual digestion for our readers?" "Well, I could feel my stomach expand and then tighten up as he settled down. Because of both his weight and the drug I remember, I couldn't move much. He would push out and make handprints or faces against my flesh." Again Mrs. Starling absently rubbed her midsection. "Whenever he pushed against me, it was like rough sex, but inside me. It hurt in a good way." "A lot of the people online speculate between the differences between your husband's fetish and cannibalism. Could you elaborate on that for a moment for me?" Starling paused to consider the question before answering. "They're entirely different. Cannibalism is unwilling victims and they kill them. Vore is willing, with a partner. Moreover, I didn't kill John, I swallowed him whole. He was alive inside of me. He became a part of me." She shifted in her chair, bringing my attention for the first time to her well padded bottom. Vore had certainly done some generous curvaceous favors for her. "But your husband did die.  Do you see how some could relate the two?" "I see how someone who has never attempted vore before could draw that correlation, but it's different. Would you like for me to show you and let you add onto my curves?" I swallowed, nervous. She laughed it off though and continued. The whole time she talked she kept a questioning eyebrow raised. The signal of an open invitation.  "I don't actually think Johnathan is gone. It's difficult to explain, but like I feel his consciousness travel throughout my body. It's almost like I am in a relationship with a ghost." She laughed. "He especially seems to enjoy it when I do this." She twisted her torso back and forth quickly, causing her ample assets to shake. I was mesmerized by the jiggle of her perfect tits straining against the restrictive bra. She giggled again and slowed down. "I can feel him in this area," she motioned across the zone my own eyes had been drawn to. "Thank you for your time," I said, trying to escape the enticement of this voracious woman. "I have a few more interviews to conduct. I'll be in touch." Mrs. Starling's hand darted across the table and grabbed onto my wrist. Her hands were soft and warm. "Here, take my number in case you need a follow-up or want the full experience. Again, she patted her thick tummy. It was becoming a more seductive offer as she had stood up and I had gotten a full look at her. "Thank you," I murmured and took the card. Regretfully, she let go of my wrist. I had not realized that I had enjoyed the warm softness of her touch so much until it was gone. Was vore what it was like to be surrounded by that comforting embrace on all sides? "I might be beginning to see the appeal" I thought to myself. I headed off to my second interview appointment.