Colors explode behind your eyes. The world shudders, turns, and then violently shakes apart in a terrifying spectacle of cyclotronic fury. You're falling, hexagonal patterns of horrifically psychotropic colors. You scream, but the catabatic winds of the spectrum rip the sound from your lips and dismissively cast it away with a sneer. You gasp, but the roughed air burns.

You panic. You're naked in a strange bed.

Your eyes snap open. You're safe. You're in room 312. It's dark, with a vague moon beam...or is that one of the building's lights?...half-heartedly streaming in through your window. As your eyes adjust to the dark you see a form that you assume is Evelyn sleeping in the bed opposite your own.

You try to slow down your racing heart as you sit up. The events of the last twenty four hours flood your mind. You shake your head and immediately decide not to do that again. You're glad you're not standing up, as everything is moving so fluidly, you don't know if you could balance right. You almost feel tipsy.

You pat your stomach. There's an ever-so-slight bulge, but Emily is for the most part gone. As the room in your peripheral vision begins to tilt slightly to the side, you begin to wonder if Emily had some controlled substance in her body when you ate her.

Well, you decide, the best way you've always been able to get over any altered state has been a shower. Hesitantly you brace yourself on the wall and manage to push yourself up. Your vision is constantly blurring and sharpening. Your head feels like its spinning, but at least the room has stopped tilting. You see from the clock that it's 3:42. Great. Just what you need the night before class.

It takes you nearly five minutes of rooting through the dark to find your towel in your yet unpacked bags. Fortunately, the bathroom is close to you, so you don't have too much opportunity to look like an idiot as you stumble down the hall.

The bathroom is surprisingly busy at this time of night. Three of the stalls are in use, while there's two girls in the partition-less shower. Technically there's three or four girls in the shower, since one has a wriggling belly. You hang up your towel on the hook and nearly trip and slide into the shower. You manage to catch yourself, but you're very embarrassed when the other two girls look at you. You grin sheepishly.

The girl with the full stomach turns back to her shower. You see her, out of the corner of your eye, open her mouth wide enough to swallow someone and hold it up to the spigot. It doesn't take long until she's drunk a few gallons of the water. Her stomach grows, but not much more. She turns the shower off and begins to walk out. You imagine that she's sloshing, but the stream from your shower and the second girls' shower drowns any such sloshing out.

"I always get thirsty after a midnight snack," the girl with the full belly says when she sees you staring at her. She quickly towels off and walks out of the shower. At some point the three stalls emptied, leaving only you and the other showering girl.

You try to size the other girl up out of the corner of your eye and you have to say you're impressed. Statuesque is the only word you can think of to describe her. She's taller than Carol, just under six feet, with incredibly supple legs leading up to a tight, heart-shaped ass. Her figure is the classic hour-glass, almost out of proportion because of her wide-hips and bustline. And what an incredible bustline! You thought that Yoko was big. You didn't know that breasts came naturally in that size, but you can tell that they are natural, despite their incredible size and firmness. She has some of the longest hair you've seen in Vore High as well, the black tresses nearly reaching her ass.

She seems to be able to feel your eyes and turns to face you. You whip your head back around and concentrate on your own shower. You saw her eyes...such a vibrant green that seemed to cut into you. You don't know whether to bite your knuckle or shiver. There was a steely sexuality burning bright in them, one that could warm you or scorch you to the bone.

You whipped your head around too quickly. The room spins. You lean against the wall, close your eyes, and take some deep breaths. After a minute you feel better. You turn around to wash your back and open your eyes.

Your vision is filled with the other girl's chest. You look up meekly to see her green eyes flashing down on you.

"Hello," she says, her voice lush and throaty. "I'm Sophia. I don't believe we've met."

Sophia extends her hand to you. You take it and shake, somewhat laxly.

"Er, hi, I'm Gia," you say. "I'm new here."

"Nice to meet you. You don't look very well, Gia. What's wrong?"

"Someone I ate isn't agreeing with me. I think I'm getting a contact high," you say."

"That's terrible," Sophia says lightly, crossing her arms under her breasts and clucking her tongue slightly. Your eyes want to bulge at how large they appear. Your knee decides to bulge instead, or at least do something not right, and you find yourself falling. Sophia quickly grabs a hold of your biceps and pulls you to your feet. She is incredibly strong for someone so lithe and beautiful.

Your head kind of rolls back, none of your muscles wanting to work any more. Sophia looks down at you, concerned, and opens her mouth.