This choice: my story | Go Back Chapter 15: Gia's history (ID #369374) an addition by: David Argall ![View davidargall's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-2.gif) More by this author "Well, my story is kinda unusual around here I guess. I've never vored anybody ... Well, except for the school nurse, and I don't think that really counts."
"You'd be surprised how many there actually are, and for how many reasons, but let's have your details."
"Well, we knew there was a secret vore in our area. People were vanishing, or were said to have vanished. One at least showed up again after breaking up with her boyfriend. Anyway, there was talk, and when Christa suggested a vore party, Suzanne, Brooke, and I were eager to attend. I didn’t have much idea what was going to happen. Sorta had the idea we would compare notes to hunt the vore, or maybe some sort of kissing game. But Christa made it sound fun, and we followed her instructions and snuck into her home right after school on Friday and hardly noticed her herding us into the basement and locking the door.
"We giggled at her announcement that we were all vores, that we just hadn't realized it yet. Nor that she was the active vore at school and she intended to eliminate her competition and have a good feed at the same time. We didn’t stop until she grabbed Suzanne, kissed her, and started swallowing her.
"We tried to save Suzanne, but her head was gone before we were over our shock, and despite all our attempts to get her out, Christa just swallowed her shoulders and chest and kept on going. When her hips started going in, we panicked and rushed to the door, only to find it was too sturdy for us to open or break down.
"We couldn't think of anything else to do, so we kept on trying the door, until Christa came up behind us and started eating Brooke's head. I tried to pull her out, but it was hopeless of course. I watched Brooke's face go inside and then Christa was working her way down her torso.
"I rushed all over the room trying to find another exit, or maybe the key. I was in no state to think straight. Not that it mattered. A few minutes later, Christa had finished with Brooke and then she cornered me, opened her mouth real wide and pulled in my head.
"I thought I was done, but a minute later, she spat me out, announcing she was just too full. She would wait and have me for Saturday morning breakfast.
"With nothing to do, we got to talking. She bragged about how she had eaten her entire family, as well as some of the neighbors and a couple of girls everyone had thought had gone on vacation. She was quite proud of how she had keep herself hidden.
"I tried to deny her claim I was a possible vore and she simply said she knew I was a vore, not that it mattered since I would be meat in the morning. Eventually she went to sleep, and I sat there watching her stomach shrink.
“But eventually, I realized I had not searched her bed for that key. It was scary trying to search that without waking her, but I got my nerve up and started trying to look. And there it was, right under a pillow.
“I was out of there in a minute and rushing home. And there were my parents waiting for me. Of course they asked what had happened, and it didn’t even occur to me not to tell all. That caused all sorts of fuss. Christa was packed off to a vore school right away, and I had to undergo all sorts of stupid tests, which convinced everybody I was a vore. My parents did quite a bit of arguing, but it was mostly about where I should go. I’m not sure why they chose this school, but they insisted it was best for me.”
“Well, they may be right. The humans don’t allow untamed vores to just go around eating them. We have to go to school to learn to control our appetites, or to be digested by other vores. The odds are bad anywhere, but we have one of the best records.”
“Ah, is it time for me to get out yet?”
“Not yet. You just take a nap. I’ll take care of it.”
“OK”
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