"Where in the world did you get that picture!?" She says in choked voice after a minute, still goggling at the image.
"I took it," you tell her, wondering what the big deal is.
"That's... that's me!" She manages to get out. "Then you must be..."
She gives you a searching look. "Well, you've certainly grown up," she comments, "but I guess you really are that kid's friend from back then. I'd completely forgotten that I posed for you. Geeze, look how happy, how slutty, I look in that picture. Boy, if I knew then what I know now!"
"What was it like?" you ask her. You've always wanted to know what it was like for her, swallowing your pal. You'd like to ask him what it was like too, but somehow you don't think that's going to be happening in this lifetime.
"Oh, it was great," she says, a slightly dreamy look on her face. "He fought the whole way down, if you remember, but he tasted so good! You never really forget your first, the way they fill every corner of your stomach, the struggling, and the taste, oh the taste! I loved it."
Her face clouds. "Of course, it was also the worst mistake of my life! I never should have let Susan and Mary talk me into that bet!"
"Why, what happened?" You ask, wondering if the rumors of her being shipped off to a correction camp are true.
"Oh, pretty much the same thing that happens to any pred who bags her first meal in public in an unapproved manner, and sticks around instead of running as fast as possible," Jenny says. "The principle dragged me into his office, then called my parents. All three of them spent at least two hours chewing me out. Of course, I wasn't paying much attention; I was too busy digesting Jimmy, but it was still unpleasant. Do you know, it wasn't even so much the fact that I ate him - except that he was a little too young to be legitimate prey - as that I hadn't filled out the proper paperwork! I didn't even know I was a vore until his head was in my throat, and they wanted me to fill out paperwork! Then, my parents shipped me off to Camp 1175 the next day. Six weeks of pure hell!"
"It was only six weeks?" You ask, since she never came back to school, or home as far as you know. "They can cure you that fast? Or are you cured?"
"Oh sure," she says sarcastically, "if you call having a chip in your brain that clamps your jaws shut if you even think about eating someone 'cured.' I've managed to work around it enough that the stray thought now and then doesn't give me lockjaw, but if I tried to snack on you right now, I wouldn't be able to open my mouth with the Jaws of Life. You have no idea how frustrating it is sometimes to be surrounded by all these delicious meals, and be unable to do so much as lick your lips. The program lasts a lot longer than that, actually, but only if you don't run away. I spent a couple years on the streets, then ended up here. I'm on a 'special needs' scholarship, and the school nurse pays me to let her study the chip in my head. So far, she hasn't figured out how to remove it and keep me alive afterward."
"Uh, if you can't eat people, then how" you ask, looking pointedly at the bulge in her gut, which is obviously a person.
"I shove them up my ass, duh!" She says, as if you were an idiot. "That's what we do here at UDT. Well, some of us throw in the odd meal for variety, but anal vore is our real specialty. Don't tell me you joined up without knowing what we do here?"
You mutter something to that effect, not looking her in the eye. Jenny can't decide whether to beat you on the head or burst out laughing.
"Well, I'm sure you'll fit in fine here," she says with a chuckle. "In someone's ass if nowhere else."
She hops up with surprising ease for someone with a full grown woman in their guts to throw off their balance.
"Come on, you should meet the Prez. I'm sure she can set you straight."
Jenny pulls you to your feet, out of the room, and down the hall. She stops and knocks at another door, and a woman calls out and tells her to enter.
This room is a single but easily three times the size of the room you're going to be sharing with Jenny. Apparently there are some perks to being president of a house. Or, it could be because the woman you've just spotted on the king size bed has at least half a dozen people in her belly and probably needs this much space just to avoid getting stuck.
The president, K. N. Lingus if you remember correctly, would have been the most beautiful woman you'd ever met if you'd never met Jenny. As it is, its probably down to a question of personal taste, and you've been biased in Jenny's favor since you took that picture.
Jenny introduces you and mentions your past affiliation with her, what there was of it. She also mentions that you joined the house without bothering to find out what you were getting into and may not be entirely UDT material despite having passed the pain test.
Miss Lingus considers this for a moment and then: