A lad staring at your boobs is either highly undesirable, or highly desirable, depending on the lad. This lad looks like a loser to you, and so it is highly un... No, wait a minute. It might be actually desirable... So you start flaunting your assets, heaving them up and bouncing them around in a way that looks likely to give the lad heart failure. It at least gives him some really big eyes and a wide open mouth. You slowly make your way towards him, giving him an excellent view all the way. "Like what you see?" It is a question that does not need an answer, and the boy is unable to answer. He can't even get a word out. In the same friendly tone, you continue, "Well, maybe you would like a closer look..."
Your hands go around his head and slow pull him down and closer to your cleavage. And you thought his eyes couldn't get any bigger... You don't need to use much muscle. In fact you would not need any if he was not paralyzed. And even so, he wants to go where you are taking him and is in some feeble way trying to go there. So it is no big effort to pull him to where he is only an inch away from your pillows, and then to pull him that inch, and another, and another, and ...
You wonder how long it will take him to realize he is sinking an impossible amount into your. In fact, he will be sinking more than 5' into your breasts, and then into your belly. Cleavage vore is one of your favorite forms because the fool boy [that's redundant, isn't it?] just can't resist until it is too late, way too late. It is also a favorite because it is so stimulating. Every inch of his body is caressing your sensitive mounds, and you are getting aroused from the moment he first touches your treasures. They swell with emotion and you feel your nipples grow rigid with desire. For a moment, you restrain yourself, waiting for more of him to be pulled into your body. When you finally decide he is too deep in you to escape, you allow yourself a gentle shutter of delight. And then you feel yourself building up to a much large outburst as his shoulders start rubbing your plentiful bounty. This time you must cover your mouth to stifle a scream of joy.
You think for a moment that that will be all, but soon you realize his manhood is starting to slide between your mountains and is stimulating both of you tremendously. You desperately try to control yourself, but are overcome by a tidal way of ecstasy as he shoots off. You sink to the floor, barely conscious, and quite happy about that. Fortunately his legs slide in by themselves, and give you a last moment of pleasure as only his toes are visible. A moment later he is a ball of calories in your belly.
As you stagger to your feet, pleased with how well your sneaky trick has gone, your snack announces "I'm Ricky...Can I see you sometime?"
"What?" you are shocked, "I just vored you, made you into food, and you are suggesting a date?"
"Yes," Ricky happily agrees, "You are the first girl who ever let me touch her boo... er, breasts."
What is this? You completely conned him, made an absolute fool of him, and he wants you to do it again? He's happy that you took advantage of him? Suddenly your triumph turns to ashes. He got to feel you up good and proper [actually highly improper, but...] He was taking advantage of you? You storm down the hall, which adds to your frustration since you have to carry him with you. Finally you pause to call him every name you can think of. And he is so oblivious that he answers, "How about 8 pm tonight. That's when the big banquet starts.
You are about to scream at him, but then you ask, "Banquet?"
"Yeah. We won the game and will be celebrating by eating the girls of the losing school. Might be a dozen girls each for those lucky enough to get tickets."
You have not heard of this banquet, but you know most schools celebrate game victories and and it sounds reasonable, but... "How did you get a ticket? Tickets?"
"Ah, I really can't say." You figure you can pry it out of him if you want to, tho the things you will have to do ... "But I got them, and we will have first picks."
The idea of several cheerleader types digesting in your belly makes your mouth water, but this means being nice to the little creep, maybe very nice, maybe... You couldn't... but maybe it won't be too bad ...