"Well, in that case, how about the 1st time you were eaten?"

"OK, it's worth the telling.

"My school sponsored a trip to the beach for us girls and my best friend Babbette suggested the 2 of us slip off and have some quality time together. I knew she was a bit of a lesbian, and while I am straight, I was not about to say no to my best friend in the whole world. She wanted my body, she could have it. Of course, I didn't realize at the time just how much I meant that.

"Anyway, we had no problem getting a couple of sand dunes away from the others where we could be private. We spread out this big blanket and started hugging and kissing.
"Nothing much really happened at 1st. Babbette had only done it a couple of times and this was my 1st, but we had gotten out of our suits and we were having a whole lot of body contact. I was finding it a lot more fun than I had expected.
"So when she got off me and started to nibble on my toes, I was expecting a series of kisses up my legs to..well, I wasn't sure what and where, but I wasn't going to stop her. But she had hardly started when I realized something was wrong. I looked up and saw she had not only bit my toes, she had eaten my feet. Both of them, entirely in her mouth. Quite a shock.

"Now you might have expected me to kick and scream. But I would have been kicking my best friend. That was just out of the question. And if I screamed, I would attract the teachers and we would have been grounded for life for sneaking off like that. And all the other girls would see us nude like that and ... No, I would die 1st.

"Then I realized I was serious. I simply would not do the only things likly to save me. I was going to be eaten alive here, and not do a thing about it. Kinda a shock, but I didn't change my mind.

"I was about to just lie back down and wait to be eaten when I got a look at Babbette's face. The poor girl was horrified by what she was doing. She had clearly never vored before and not had the slightest idea I was going to be her 1st meal. And of course she had heard all those stories about vores being disgusting monsters. It must have been quite a shock to find she was one, and that she was eating her best friend at that, the one she surely would have promised safety to if she had even considered the idea.

"I couldn't leave her in that much pain. And telling her to let go would just have added to the horror she was feeling. [And it wouldn't have done any good. Her mouth on my feet was tremendously stimulating, and I could tell I was arrousing her even more.] And she already looked like a puppy that just knows it should not have made that mess on the rug..
"So I treated her a lot like that puppy. I bent over and reached out to pat her on the head and assure her it was allright. I wasn't angry with her. It was ok...
"She still looked like she expected a whipping. I think the poor girl would have broken down in tears if I had said something the least nasty. I couldn't have her crying, so I continued to encourage her as she resumed swallowing me. My ankles vanished as did my calves. Then my knees were out of sight, as well as a good deal of my thighs. I must say that both of us were enjoying ourselves. I was finding the close contact great, and she was clearly finding me delicious. But she was still looking at me like I was her big sister who had reluctantly agreed to her getting one bite from that lucious ice cream cone, and she was afraid that permission would be revoked at any second.
"I got her to stop and take a break playing with my middle. Great idea all around. Her rubbing brought me to orgasam and she was more relaxed once she was sure I was enjoying myself. I also figured out how to fold myself in her belly so I wasn't quite such a big bulge.
"Once I came, I let her resume swallowing me. I kept one hand on me to rub myself some, and the other on her head to pat her and assure her she was doing fine. The poor girl still looked so scared...I just had to protect her as best I could.
"I did like the feeling of her tongue on my rear as well as the tickle I got as my waist went inside. And she was clearly finding me the best food she had ever tasted. So everything was going fine.
"We took our time getting my boobs into her mouth and throat. Not that it was all that hard, but it was more fun that way. Then I could just bend enough to give her a quick kiss on the nose before she was on my neck and then getting me entirely out of the sun. I slipped right down her throat and rolled myself into the smallest ball I could in her belly.
"There I probably would have stayed, but then I forgot how scared she was, and remembered something different.."

"Bab, can you do me a favor?"

"Ah, sure!"

"I want you to eat Irene next. Digest her right down."

"But you hate Irene."

"Right, and I want her to suffer..."

"Suffer?, I'm hurting you! No! I got to get you out of there!"

"No, wait!, I'm..." But she wasn't listening. Instead I felt her belly bouncing around as she staggered back to the bus, yelling her fool head off. I couldn't calm her, or anybody else, down no matter how hard I tried.
One of the teachers had a purgative, which was quite effective, tho a whole lot less fun than being eaten. So I was suddenly back on the ground, with a hysterical Babbette above me. She was so glad I was all right, way more so than I was.

"I spent the whole trip back comforting the poor lass. There wasn't any choice, at least in my view. Somebody had to, and I couldn't blame the other girls for not wanting to sit next to a vore. And she really needed the comforting. No matter how many times I tried to explain it was no big deal, she couldn't get past the fact I would have been just food in a few minutes.

"They packed Babbette off to Vore school as soon as we got back to school. Then they sent me to see this psychologist, who just couldn't understand why I was so willing to be eaten by Babbette. You would think she never had a really good friend.

"She just didn't understand. Eventually she just decided I was nuts. You just can't talk to people like that. But her idea of sending me here has really worked out well. I'm doing great."

"Now your story? Or do you want to hear Shaska's 1st?"