Kate has always been the confident one, bold and fearless, so the uncharacteristic fear in her tone gives you pause. This is Kate, you've been best friends since you were kids, you can't eat her, no matter how delicious she looks. Looking up at your mom, you shake your head. "Like you said mom, she is my friend. She deserves better than to be just some fat on my butt." you tell her.

Your mom looks at you with an intense expression, the look giving you a fright. For a moment you think she is going to scarf you down for refusing to eat Kate, but then she smiles warmly. "I thought that too the first time I felt the hunger, though I was half your age." she informs you. Your mother's hands reach down and begin fondling Kate's breasts, eliciting a moan from the girl. Another pang of jealousy, this time not directed at Kate for getting intimate with your mom but at your mom for drawing out such a response from your woman. "Of course, those feelings were short lived. We had a field trip a few weeks later, got separated from the group, and I got hungry and ate her. I don't even remember her name anymore." she goes on as she continues to fondle Kate, who has a mixture of fear and arousal on her face.

The look on Kate's face is making you drool, but you quickly slurp it back into your mouth before Kate can notice it. "But mom, like you said, you were half my age. Eight year old aren't known for their impulse control." you counter thoughtfully.

Kate looks at you for a moment, looking like she might cry. "But Mary, neither are you. Remember that convenience store we robbed last week just because you were feeling a bit peckish. We could have gotten arrested, but you insisted on having those chips." she retorts. You feel a little friend, not even your own best friend trusts you not to eat her.

Your mother smiles at this, giving Kate's nipples a pinch, twisting them gently and making her let out another series of gentle moans. "She's right Mary. Even your sister Stacy routinely eats her friends. In fact, the only reason she hasn't gobbled down Kate yet is out of respect for you. She always figured Kate would be your first live meal and she didn't want to steal her from you." your mom explains. "Once she finds out that you have the hunger and are refusing to eat your little friend here, she'll make short work of her, assuming I don't get her first." your mother tells you.

You are about to say something else, but then your stomach lets out another loud growl and a pang of hunger so sharp it literally drops you to your knees. "MARY!" Kate cries out, struggling in your mother's grip. Your mother releases her hold on Kate, who immediately sinks to her knees and hugs you. "Oh Mary. I'm so scared. I don't want to die, but I also don't want to see you suffering." she tells you. "If I'm going to be eaten by someone, I'd rather it be by you than someone else in your family."

This surprises you, Kate had always been infatuated by your mom. The fact that she is choosing you over mom touches you deep. Of course, not as deep as the pangs of hunger in your belly which sends you into spasms. "Ahhhhhhhh!" you scream in pain, your gut cramping up. After a moment, it eases a bit, but it still hurts. You look at Kate, you love her so much, but you are so hungry that you don't think you can hold back any longer. Looking into her eyes, you mouth an apology, and then begin open your mouth wide, wider than you ever thought possible. Kate looks fearfully down your throat, then...