“Forget all that fancy stuff,” you say. “I just want you to swallow me and make me part of you. I want to make you even more beautiful. I want to feel you absorb me, and add me to your breasts. I want your body to burn me for energy. I want to help your silky hair grow. I want to be the juice that drips from your pussy-” Her lips on yours stops your rambling, and conscious thought. After an eternity, she comes up for air.

“That was the most... erotic thing I've ever heard in my life,” the nurse says. “I don't care if you're half my age, not that age matters to a vore. I'd love to spend my life with you. I wish it didn't have to end so soon. Maybe I can figure out a way to get you through school alive...” You finger on her lips silences her.

“This is the way it has to be,” you say. “I'm a born meal, not a born predator. Even if I could squeak through, I wouldn't. I want to spend the rest of my life with, no, IN you. It's what I need. Deep down, I was disappointed Crista didn't eat me. Now, I'm not. She was just an appetite with a human body, and she wound up being digested by someone just like her. No love, no affection, just animal hunger. I've only known you a few hours, but it feels like all my life. If I was a regular girl, I'd still want nothing more that to be yours. I can honestly say that there is not one thing in my life I'd change.” You take your finger away and kiss her again while she's still speechless. Suddenly, something occurs to you.

“I don't even know your first name,” you say. She stares at you for a moment, then can't help but laugh.

“Cordelia. Cordelia Maria Patagonia.”

“You don't look that Greek.” Her skin is almost as light as yours, and her hair is a most unmediteranean shade of red.

“My mother was Irish. Hell, I thought Gia was Italian.”

“My mother just liked the name,” you say. “What does everyone call you? Cordy?”

“Just my family. Everyone else calls me Patty. I guess I look like I belong tending bar in Dublin, not waiting tables in Athens.” You both giggle. You quickly sober, though.

“Patty,” you say, “I think it's time we do this. I'm ready.” She immediately gets a serious look on her face.

“Gia, there's something I'd like to try. It's illegal as hell, and if anyone found out I'd be Enforcer shit, but I don't care.” Before you can ask what she means, she's already in a closet rummaging around. She comes back with a small bottle, a tiny velvet covered case, and a huge, leather bound book. You think it's a grimmoire. They are insanely illegal. Mere possession, by vore or normal human, means mandatory digestion.

“Is that what I think it is?” you ask, full of foreboding.

“This has been in my mother's family for centuries,” she says. “It hasn't been safe for me to practice, so I'm still just a novice. I thought of making you a permanent part of me, but I don't have the skill. I can do the next best thing, though. If you drink this potion, after I digest and, um, let you out, but before your soul has a chance to float away into the ether, I can chant this spell and transfer you into an inanimate object.” She opens the velvet case to reveal a diamond ring. “It was my mother's.”

“It's beautiful,” you say. “I'll spend eternity on your finger?” She blushes.

“Actually,” she says, “I had a better idea. Rings are always slipping off, and besides, I know just where you'd love to stay.” She mutters in an ancient language. It's not Latin, that much you can tell. Gaelic, maybe? Suddenly, the ring glows, then the glow fades as Patty stops chanting. She pulls out the ring; it appears to have been cut opposite the diamond. You wonder why, as she snatches some instruments of a counter. She moves to the OB-GYN style table and mounts it.

“Gia, can you grab a mirror and hold it so I can see what I'm doing?” Confused, you comply, standing between her feet as she directs you to hold the mirror at the proper angle. Once she's satisfied, she brings her hands to her crotch, and you finally figure out what she's up to. She expertly pierces her own clit, and threads the ring through. Murmuring in that forgotten tongue again, she makes the ring glow, brighter and brighter, and once it fades, it is a solid piece once more.

“I just made the ring nearly indestructible. The only way it's coming off is if it takes my clit with it.” You squeal in delight, and dive to her new adornment. Patty is tender for a moment, but heals almost immediately. You play with her clit ring, admiring your future home, until you have Patty gasping for breath. You head over to the counter and grab the potion.

“Do I just gulp this down?” you ask. She nods, somberly.

“Once you drink that, there's no going back,” she says. “I'll be able to bind your soul to my ring. From what I've read, you'll retain some form of consciousness, and maybe some memories. It varies. As long as I wear the ring, which will be my entire life, you'll probably be aware of my body. It's supposed to be rapturous. No guarantees, though. I've never done anything so ambitious before.”

“Will I be able to talk to you? And will I give you powers, like in that movie? Make you invisible?”

“I don't know if we'll be able to talk, though we should have some awareness of each other. The purpose of the spell is to give the wearer a kind of magic battery. Sorcery drains energy from the caster; having a soul-enchanted item lets the caster use that, instead. The soul can... charge up, I guess you can say, from the wearer. But if I were to drain you too much, too fast, the enchantment would fail, and you would be released. I have to warn you. The Book,” you can hear the capital letter, “says that if that happens, your soul will crippled, stuck between worlds until someone helps you cross over, or you regain enough strength to do it yourself, which could take centuries for all I know.” You mull this over.

“If I don't take it, and you digest me?”

“Your soul has plenty of strength to cross over. You spend time on the other side until you feel the urge to be reborn, and make your way back to start the cycle over. I'm not sure we'd find each other.”

“Of course we'd find each other. Eventually. But why wait?” You gulp down the liquid in the bottle. It has an oily feel and slightly sour taste, but isn't as disgusting as you expected. “I'd rather spend all that time with you, here. How long do vores live?”

“Until we're killed,” she says. “I hope this works. If not, I'll try summoning you. If you find yourself alone, in endless clouds of gray, a light will guide you to the other side. If you are able to hear my voice, follow that instead. But if you get lost, who knows how long you'll wander? Time has little meaning on the other side, and almost none in between.” You feel a weird warm sensation in your stomach, and tingling spreads throughout your body. It's not unpleasant, but it is strange. Then it hits your pussy, and you cum right there.

“Was that good or bad?” Patty asks. She can't tell if you're in pain or pleasure.

“Good. Definitely good,” you say. “Let's do this.” You and Patty switch places. The table is still up, so you can see everything. She kneels at your feet, ready to devour you.

“You sure you're ready?” she asks.

“I've never been surer of anything in my life,” you reply. “Bon appetit.” That gets a smile out of her.

Maintaining eye contact, she gently places your feet in her mouth, taking her time, savoring every inch of your flesh. Ever so slowly, she works her way up your legs. You watch, entranced, as more and more of you disappears between her lips. You begin lightly stroking your slit with one hand, and tease your tits with the other.

By now, Patty has made it halfway up your thighs. You scoot forward a bit, so the bottom of your cheeks and pussy hang off the edge. As you expected, she pauses when she reaches your dewpot, and drives her tongue deeper than anything has ever penetrated you. You lose yourself under a tidal wave of pleasure.

When you regain your senses, you decide to make things easier on Patty. You sit up all the way and make sure the stirrup arms are secure. Then you grab them and put all your weight on your arms. You stand up inside Patty, feeling your feet enter her stomach. Looking down, you smile at her. Her eyes smile back at you. You feel her stop swallowing you. She somehow knows what you're planning.

You are up to your hips in Patty's mouth. Her tongue is still inside you, though she has eased off teasing you. You take your weight off the stirrups, and slowly slide deeper. Your feet sink further into her slimy depths, until they meet resistance just as your hips vanish into her mouth. You curl your feet up and fall further, but Patty's tight throat is having trouble with your hips, since she is not actively swallowing. You pull down on the stirrups, and her tongue pops out of your pussy as you slide down as far as your waist.

Taking your hands from the stirrups, you caress Patty's face as you kneel inside her stomach. You don't say anything, just look in her eyes as you slip further down. There is an interruption as you squeeze your breasts into her mouth, and bring your arms down across your body. You take one last look into her eyes. You smile at each other, give her a last kiss on the nose, and bring your knees up, which pulls you the rest of the way into her.

You curl into a comfortable position as Patty pulls herself up and over to a comfy chair. She sprawls as you fidget. Soon, you are both still; the two of you bask in each other's warmth. Neither of you feels the need to ruin the moment with words or tears. You lie curled up in darkness, relishing the feel of hot, wet flesh enveloping you. The sounds of her heartbeat and breathing fill your ears, along with a faint gurgling from below that foretells your fate...