You've decided on going for more regulars. You've already eaten three people with lots of vore experience--it's easy for you.

It's like when you learned to ride a bike: "Fuck training wheels, dad, I'm gonna just pedal and stay up."

...

Okay, so you probably didn't curse to his face or know what "fuck" meant at that age, but still, you get it. For some reason, other people limit themselves--they don't always feel like eating, they like to keep people alive, they think there's some sin or some stupid problem with devouring constantly. It's a mental block, you know. Those sheep perpetuate their stupid bleating generation after generation. And you don't buy into that crap. Life is about being happy, and eating people is happiness.

Now that you have your philosophical self-assurance down, you walk out of the unused classroom, a buxom and chubby girl without a plan.

You are facing the lockers against the wall of the hallway. To your left, the hallway extends a good 50 or 75 feet, with two classroom doors along the wall on either side. The hallway ends in a staircase. To your right, the hallway goes the same distance with the same amount of doors, but there is a left turn at the end of it.

Also, there are people in the hallway with you. No one is to your left, but on your right, there are some teachers walking down the hall with files in hand paying no attention to the girl with legs squirming in her mouth.

The girl, in a blue jeans jacket, red top, and jeans cutoffs slurps down the legs, taking her prey's shoes off with her hands as it goes down.

You move towards her...