You've gone nearly an two hours with nothing to eat, you poor thing! All this sitting and digesting, and walking to pools, and leaving the pools, and walking down halls--you must be hungry. It's a hard world for a pretty girl like you to get a decent meal, really.

So how could anybody blame you for grabbing a kneeling blond by the tits, hoisting her up against you, and stuffing her head up into your mouth?

The onlookers were shocked when you clutched her hips, reared your head, and shoved her down your throat further. The other blond got up and backed up as soon as she noticed her partner wasn't helping the nerd, the latter still having male shoulders and a bewildered head sticking out of her mouth.

You make a mighty swallow and suck in the middle third of her body, tongue running over those fantastically squishy breasts ( :D ), smooth midsection ( :] ), and jean-shorts-covered groin ( :[ ). In this case, you wish you could have taken her clothes off before you ate her, but them's the breaks.

Finishing up her legs with absent-minded sucking, you lock eyes with her friend, who has her back again the wall of the intersection, half-crouched to spring up in a pounce against you when the timing is right.

"You jerk! We just stopped them from tormenting a girl and you EAT one of us?! What kind of monster are you?!"

MONSTER! Something with that accusation resonates with you, but not in any sort of detracting way. You... you kinda... you feel it. Monster. That's you.

Monster. You're a monster.

You relinquish all caution and hesitation, and just charge forward at the girl. She immediately hurls herself at you with her arms extended to either side, intent on tackling you to the ground. Without any thought or preparedness, you throw a lightning-fast last-second punch that connects with her head, completely stunning her and making her crumple to the ground with her hands holding her face.

There's no way you're done at just that. No, when food's still in front of you at the table, you have seconds. You grab her winded, moaning body and unceremoniously place her noggin into your mouth. You hold her with one arm, using your lips to steady her, while you undress her. You tear her pink shirt right off with the bra. You then fiddle with her buttons and zipper for two seconds before you get them undone, and with a tug you let the shorts just slide down her silky legs.

Gulp. Gulp. You give her breasts a thorough licking, pushing them around with your tongue for almost ten seconds and managing to slime them up with your saliva quite evenly. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp, gulp. You find almost no fuzz as the tip of your tongue makes snake-like forays and retreats into and out of her vagina. Gulp, gulp, sluuuuuurp.

And that's that. Your gut juts in front of you a fair bit, pregnant-looking yet having two similar-sized girls your age in there. You lean forward to see over your sizable hump and see her ripped shirt, undone jeans, and the sandals that fell off when she was lifted into your mouth all sitting in a pile... a few feet away from the nerd girl who started it all.

Her eyes are wide in fear. She is shaking. The movie-standard effect is somewhat marred by the large amount of drool oozing out of her open mouth, which still has the last bully buried up to his neck in her digestive tract.

Might as well, right?

You walk forward in a menacing gait and lift her up with your hands on her head right around her ears.

"Holy shit! Oh fuck! THAT is MESSED UP!" cries out one of the crowdmembers, breaking the complete silence that they all obeyed in their mesmerization. They murmur agreement and mutter to one another their opinions about situation. "She's the VICTIM!"

And you're the villain. The analogy is just spurring you on. You almost feel like you're acting out a film for your watchers. Well, then. You open your mouth and fit it over the guy's head in the girls lips. You slide over the gelled hair and make your own lips contact her trembling ones.

You kiss her.

The crowd stops murmuring again as you pull her head harder against yours, smashing your lips together. You use your tongue and push as hard as you can with it on the guy's scalp, and after about ten seconds of full pressure, the nerd breaks the kiss and gets a giant breath of fresh air with her newly exposed windpipe and stomach bulging further out with one guy than yours is with two girls who both have an occupant each themselves. "OH! HE'S IN ME! I ATE ONE! THANK--"

She is cut off, of course, by your cruel deception.

You give yourself three swallows not including her head, which is already in your mouth. In fact, it's the fourth head that has gone inside your own head in the past two minutes. You take off her clothes less violently than the previous one, with many more layers making it take a bit longer. Still, it's not any significant amount of time. Now, let's see if you get the money shot.

Swallow number one, you shove in right past her low-cup breasts and stop just a little up the mountain of her squirming belly.

Swallow number two is a treacherous climb for your lower jaw as it presses itself against the stomach. You use your tongue for leverage and manage to stop with your lips around her hips, her entire stomach in your mouth and her upper torso and head in your throat.

Swallow number three--you put your hands on the soles of her feet, and do a steady pull to shove the rest of her into your body. Your throat opens up to let in the giant belly and her pelvis goes through your mouth. You keep pushing, hoping to get all the legs in in this one breath. Just a little further, a little further...

You stop with her ankles and feet just outside your mouth. Challenge failed.

You return to the world and realize all of the stopped onlookers (who are not obeying the Keep Moving rule of vore survival because of the rule of Must Watch Spectacles) do not know of this mental bet that you made with yourself. They are just wondering if you are going to finish her off or something else will happen.

So you just suck in the feet, swallow, and burp a light half-second burp.

It is now that everyone becomes wide-eyed in fear. There are no more heroes; the villain has defeated them all. And now, they realize, she is looking right at them as if they are her next target.

Yes. They are right. You are targeting them next.