"Can I help you?" Sophia asks. You try to respond, try to stand, but your voice and legs give out again. Sophia turns you around, gets her left arm around your torso, your back to her stomach. With her right hand she reaches out and turns off your spigot.

Your balance gives out double and you pitch forward. Sophia pulls back, but you both end up on your asses.
Sophia quietly says, "I think I can help. Trust me on this."

The horrible stupor has kicked in. Your vision is blurry, fading in and out, and you feel detached. Even through the fuzz, you can feel the familiar sensation of lips around the crown of your head. At first you struggle and moan a protest. You feel Sophia hug you from behind and stroke your arms. You think that if she weren't embracing your head with her lips she'd be hushing you.

Your vision goes dark as Sophia's lips slip over your mouth. You've calmed down a little bit. Sophia is working quickly, but not too quickly. Through the fuzz of your head you are impressed that she's doing everything right. Her body language--if you can call it that--and her movements instill you with a feeling of benevolence and kind experience. She knows what she's doing to make you feel at ease while still getting you down quickly.

Sophia's disentangles herself from you as she completely engulfs your head. She stands up, but is still bent over, so she can facilitate swallowing you better. It works, as she's able to quickly make it down your chest. Your breasts are in her mouth in no time and she's working on you quicker.

Your senses are faded and fading. The warmth of her esophagus is overwhelming. You aren't even aware of your surroundings when you lose consciousness.

You snap awake and shiver. Your pulse is roaring in your ears, your eyes are throbbing. You're in the nurse's office. Sophia is sitting nearby, intently watching you Soon you're calming down. She walks over and sits down beside you. She puts an arm around your shoulders in a friendly way.

"Calm down there. You should be better now. I should have whatever was in your system," she says quietly. "Since it's third generation now, I've only got a slight buzz, nothing that's really affecting me."

You nod. You do feel quite a bit better.

"Thanks," you say. "I appreciate it."

"I'm gonna guess that you ate somebody and you got a second-hand high off whatever was in their system, huh?"

"Nightmare," you say. "I had a nightmare. I woke up and thought a shower might help. No such luck, I guess. Thanks for helping me."

"No problem--hey, I don't think I ever caught your name," Sophia says.

"Oh, hi, I'm Gia. I'm new here," you say. You shake hands. "Actually, today is my first day here." You give her an abridged version of the day.

"Sounds pretty busy. Yoko and Carol should have told you about Emily. She's got quite a drug habit, and if you're not expecting it then the second-hand high can really kick your ass," Sophia says. "Emily and I actually used to be roommates when we were freshmen. We didn't really get along well. Nobody has with Emily. Sure, people can be her friends, but her drug use and her rampant sex life, even by Vore High's standards, makes people her friends but not her roommates, which is why she lives alone now."

"So then you're a senior too?" you ask.

"Super senior, actually. This is my fifth year."

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you studying?"

"I'm pretty precocious. I'm specializing in two subjects--Mass Consumption and Power Digestion. I dont like to brag, but I'm considered the top here in both categories."

You make the appropriate impressed psuedo-syllable.

"Since I'm still figuring everything out, what's your capacity and everything? How much can you eat and how fast can you digest it?" you ask, honestly interested.

"Most I've ever managed is a hundred and thirty people, who I managed to digest in about forty five minutes." Your eyes bug out.

"That's nothing. We had one girl here a few years back who ate and digested a bus filled with people," Sophia says. "I'm still working towards that. But hey, if you want to hear more, let's go up to my room. No need to wait on everybody else's meals to rejuvenate."

You agree. Sophia lives in a single on the third floor, not far from the room you share with Evelyn. The two of you talk for another hour or so until sleep recalims you. You don't realize that you fell asleep until Sophia wakes you up.

"Hey Gia, you should probably get ready for class."

You bolt upright.

"Holy crap! I didn't even realize I'd fallen asleep!" you exclaim.

You jump out of the bed. Sophia's got her towel and is about to walk out the door.

"Sophia, just a second. Thanks again for helping me last night."

"No problem," Sophia says with a broad smile. Her green eyes are no longer burning, instead warm and reassuring.

"And thanks for telling me about things around here. You sure saved me a bunch of trial and error learning."

"Sure." Sophia winks. "Now go get ready for class. If you need help with anything else, you know where to look me up."

Sophia holds the door for you. You head opposite directions to your respective destinations.