Consuming Candy is a very tempting idea, and certainly one you don't want to miss, but you had best delay at least a little longer. So you tell her to come along and the two of you head out.

A glance at the time argues for doing something else before touring the classrooms. Right now there is too much danger of meeting some hungry students, which would end your hopes with Candy one way or another. So take another location first... And to kill a little time...

"Say, Candy, how did you end up at this school? After all, only vore come here." Routinely a good way to keep a lass in a good mood. Whether or not you are interested in the answer, ask her about herself, and listen to the response.

Candy is a bit shy at first, but soon opens up. "Well, there was this really good friend of mine, Barbara. We got along great together. We'd do whatever we could for each other. Then one day she..well... decided she was...well, gay and that she had feelings for me, physical feelings.
"I'm not like that myself" [a claim you are not so sure you accept, but see no reason to challenge] "But she was my friend, my very best friend. I couldn't tell her not to touch me, could I?" [Her tone suggests she is not at all sure of that, but you sorta mumble your agreement with her.] "Anyway, she wanted to get really physical, and right away. It was all I could do to get her to wait until she came over to my house that night."

"Once we were alone in my room she...well, she didn't exactly grab me and tear off my clothes. I suppose she would have stopped if I could have said no. But she was my friend, the one I had said I would do anything for, and if she wanted my clothes off, off they came.
"She must have seen how nervous I was because she spent quite a bit of time soothing me and telling me how beautiful I was. It probably wasn't wise of me to return the compliments, but she did have a better figure than I did, even if she disagreed.
"Talking gave way to touching, quite a lot of touching, and I was surprised to be enjoying it, not nearly as much as Barbara was, but still enjoying it. So we were clutching each other and caressing everywhere. Then she gave me a kiss...
"It was a deep kiss, a very deep kiss, but I didn't realize it was all that different until I started tasting hair. I opened my eyes, and saw that I had eaten most of Barbara's head!"

"I was just horrified! I wasn't one of those vore monsters, and especially I wasn't eating my best friend! I tried to spit her out...
"But I just couldn't. She tasted so wonderful and I was suddenly so hungry...
"Maybe I could have still managed it if she had struggled, just tried to pull out or something. But she kept on caressing me, and seemed to be pushing her head on in. I suppose she had some delusion she was kissing me."

"No, she was probably a breakfast."

"Breakfast?"

"They are not common, but there are women who like to be eaten. Barbara acted like one of them. Since they usually get eaten pretty quickly, we call girls like that breakfasts."

"You think she wanted to be eaten? That would make me feel a whole lot better."

"Seems likely. But what happened next?"

"Well, with me feeling so hungry and she sorta pressing her head into my mouth, I just couldn't resist. I...swallowed, and swallowed again until her whole head was in my mouth.
"You might be right about her being a breakfast. She had to know by then that something was wrong, but she didn't try to stop me. Instead she hugged me with one arm while her other hand started to stroke my...er...loins. She seemed quite interested in my pleasure, and quite successful in achieving it. I...well, I really enjoyed her caressing.
"But I was mostly concentrating in getting her shoulders into my mouth. It was impossible enough to swallow her head, but now I had to go a whole lot wider to take in those lovely, tasty shoulders. I was shocked when I realized I had done it.
"I also realized I really was going to eat her, whole and alive. I wasn't half done, and the toughest parts were still to come, but I just knew they would not stop me. She was going inside no matter what.
"As I worked my way down her chest, my mouth pinned her arms against her sides, and she had to stop her hand actions. Instead she started moving her body back and forth. At the time I thought she was finally trying to get free, too late, but I think you are right. She was trying to force herself into me.
"It probably helped. I had a hard time opening my mouth that extra amount to get her magnificent
breasts inside. I had to put my hands on her hips and pull. I was rather surprised to find she was...ah, wet, and very surprised when she had some great shuddering, clenching spasms.
"But that moved her breasts into my throat and I was able to eat my way down her torso without problem until I got to her hips and my tongue encountered her... most sensitive spot.
"Well, what could I do? She had been wanting me to. And here I was ki..eating her one way. So why not a way she would like? It was only fair, right?
"Anyway, I set my my tongue to work, and she really responded. Just went crazy with pleasure. I'm not sure how many times she came, but the final one was a real tidal wave of enormous power. She was out like a light.
"With her knocked out, I just slurped down her legs, and then her feet. I had to work a little bit to get all of her in my belly, but soon she was just this big ball of flesh I was hugging from outside.
"You know, I could feel her heartbeat, but I didn't even think of trying to rescue her. I've been feeling rather guilty about that, but I think you are right. She was pleased to be in my stomach. It was the calm steady beat of somebody who was comfortable and happy, not somebody in a panic and desperate to get out.
"In any case, I went right to sleep and my parents never realized Barbara had not left until I carried her downstairs in my grossly extended belly the next morning. Way too late to do anything for her by then, and my parents freaked. It was a real bad scene all around. Didn't help at all that I tried to explain how delicious she tasted.
"They didn't kick me to the curb, but they were looking into vore schools before lunchtime, and Barbara was still a good-sized bulge when it was decided I was coming here. I suppose you could say they didn't really want to lose me. I was allowed to stay home until I finished digesting Barbara, but when Dad caught me looking at his Playboy and I told him the girls made my mouth water, I was on my way here."

"Quite a story, but we'll continue later. Here is our next destination."
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