As you wake in the morning, you are surprised by how different vore and unbirthing are. Oh, they both give you this gigantic belly, but they are so different otherwise.
To start with, you wouldn't have this big belly in the morning with vore. You would have digested the lass already. [Well, there is likely some way to digest her slower than that, but you don't know it yet.] But with unbirth, you wake up with your wonderful baby still inside you.
Now that is the big difference. Maybe vore doesn't have to be hostile, at least not always. But there is this feeling that you are subjecting her to your uses. Often enough, there is a joy of forcing her to be your toy. The more she hates what you are doing, that can mean the more you enjoy voring her.
But with unbirth, that is your baby you are talking about. You almost have to love her. OK, there are some pretty selfish types of love around, but there is nothing like the "Ha ha, I ate you and am going to digest you despite all your struggles." No, you are hugging that huge belly and hoping she is comfortable and happy. You may not pay much attention to what she is actually saying, but what does a baby know about its needs? Let Mommy do her job and baby will be happy...

In any case, it is immediately obvious that you have unbirthed Beckie rather than vored her. Even somebody who had never seen either can tell that. Certain all the female students can. You are mobbed almost before you can close the door to your room. A very pleasant mobbing. They dance attendance on you, begging for a chance to rub your belly, and the baby within. Just from being able to make these upperclasswomen dance to your tune, this is great.
Of course, you can't actually refuse their requests. Not only do you enjoy their touch, but you can recall how much you enjoyed the caresses when you were in Beckie's belly. You are definitely not going to deny your baby the same joy. No, as long as she looks motherly, any and all of these girls can touch and rub.
Presently, you recall you have not had breakfast, and you select one of the crowd as your meal. Instead of acting insulted that you would even thing she would let you get away with that, she thanks you [and the others look disappointed they were not selected], and extends her arms so you can eat her easier. You open your mouth and start swallowing.
She tastes very good. And she slides in easily, making an active effort to get into your belly quickly and without fuss. Soon she is wrapped up in your stomach, making cooing sounds to Beckie. The day is starting quite well.
It continues so. You are trailed by a court of yes-women who are eager to praise your least action, just so they can touch that Beckie bulge, and you are happy to have them do so. Any time you feel the least bit peckish, you order one into your gut, and the order is happily obeyed.
Even the female teachers are not immune. They still demand you do the work, but it is in a much nicer tone of voice. The drill sarge is saying please and thank you.

Yes, you could get used to this really easy...