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Chapter #7

Camp Camp Vore Vore

    by: chaos Author IconMail Icon
Camp Campbell was a special kind of place. It was the kind of place that should be shut down for hundreds of laws it’s broken, from tax fraud to animal-related terrorism. It was the kind of place where bad parents that didn’t know how to tie their own shoes would send their kids. It was the kind of place where the inclusion of a masked serial killer would more likely improve the atmosphere of the camp. It was Camp Campbell, and if you’re there, we’re sorry.

“Alright campers, everyone back from their super fun nature walk?” The one asking the question was David, the Camp Campbell counselor who always tried to make camp fun and safe for everyone. He often failed. Behind him, trying to sleep against a tree was Gwen, another camp counselor who always tried not to be completely depressed about her crappy job. She often failed.

“Let’s see, is everyone here? Nurf, Preston, Nerris, Dolph, Neil, Maaaa…MAX!” David’s rollcall was stopped as he screamed out the name of the resident troublemaker, a small, tanned young man with black hair and an even blacker soul. The reason for David’s alarm had to do with a big, squirming gut on the young boy’s body that was most likely another camper. Max had devoured someone alive.

“Max, you know what I said about eating campers. It is strictly forbidden for any camper to devour another camper in any way shape or form,” David calmly explained like this was a conversation he had with Max a hundred times before, probably because he had. There were certain people in the world that could eat other people. They could do it safely or they could make it fatally with the person being digested alive. One of the only – ONLY – good things anyone could say about Camp Campbell was that they made it very hard for the campers to get eaten and digested. It helped that only three people present could eat people whole and that was Max, Gwen, and David.

“Shit. I thought you would be too stupid to notice my stomach,” Max grumbled, pissed at getting caught once again. He liked to eat people and thought a lot of the campers looked tasty. He wasn’t going to digest them, not all of them at least. He thought it was just so unfair. The one thing he wanted to do at the stupid camp and his most hated enemy – fucking David – was fucking stopping him.

“Well, I did notice. Now spit out whoever it is you ate,” David firmly, but also as kindly as he could, said as he patted Max hard on the back. Max tried to avoid regurgitating his meal, but David knew the exact spot to hit to get him to hurl. His mouth widened as a wet, naked form spilled forth from his insides and splattered on the ground. A disorientated but giddy Nikki stood up instantly, uncaring that she had been eaten or that she was buck naked.

“Nikki, go grab some clothes,” David said as the girl laughed and ran off, leaving the counselor to deal with the troublesome pred. David looked like he had a lecture ready, but instead, he just sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Max, why do you have to try and eat everyone? It’s dangerous and not very friendly. Vore should be a gentle, private thing that is shared willingly, and only done when you're fully mature.”

“Fuck your PC bullshit, David. I can eat people, you can eat people, and even Gwen can eat people, so why don’t we just do it? Vore isn’t some touchy-feely crap. Its power, its sex, and its awesome!” Max shot back, not willing to take this. He wasn’t some weak little boy afraid to be eaten. He ate people, and if he was able to he’d eat David. That would show him who was at the top of the food chain. Too bad he was just too God Damn Lanky!

“You’re entitled to your opinion, but I’m still going to have to punish you. You eat someone so you get eaten for an hour. Don’t worry, you’ll be nice and safe,” David assured the rather rude, violent, and very troubled boy as he patted him on the head. Max snarled at the counselor, not happy to be the one being devoured instead of devouring.

“Eat a dick, David.”

“Technically he’s about to,” Neil pointed out.

“Heh, a good one,” Gwen said as she seemed to finally be paying full attention again. Honestly, she was all for letting the kids eat each other and maybe eating a few herself. It was like the one benefit of being a camp counselor, getting your pick of the tasty campers. The rules said otherwise, and Gwen was worried she might lose her job if she was caught with a kid in her stomach, at least without some flimsy justification. Luckily, there was no rule about going out of camp occasionally and finding someone tasty to gobble up. It did mean leaving David to handle this Hellhole alone, but Gwen tried to make it up to him later.

“Now, now, let’s not make this even worse than it has to be. Max, I’m going to eat you now,” David said, reluctant to devour the young boy, but needing to. He always felt so uncomfortable eating Max, knowing deep down that Max was sensitive and needed his support, but this was the only way he would learn. Well, maybe there was another way. “Or I could sing you a song I’ve been working on.”

“No song. I’d rather be eaten than have to listen to another fucking camp song,” Max quickly said before David could pull out his guitar. David seemed disappointed and was about to argue about the healing benefits of music, when Max suddenly jumped up and dove into his mouth. Shoving his arms, head, and shoulders in to shut the counselor up. David stumbled back as he had Max sticking out of his mouth, the boy’s tiny legs kicking in the air. Grabbing his sides, David took a deep breath through his nose and started swallowing.

Max cringed as he felt the mouth around him surge back as he was swallowed. He hated this so fucking much. It was so tight and slimy, pressing in on his puny body in ways he really didn’t like. The undulating surroundings would gently massage him down, caressing every inch of him. It felt nice, which was exactly the reason he hated it so much. There was no way he’d ever enjoy being eaten by David, not that guy. Max grit his teeth as he felt himself getting taken in, David as always being careful as he lightly sucked on him and rolled his body around to get him nice and wet. It would have been better for both of them if Max was naked, but the boy refused to make anything easier for David, ever. He felt the young man gripping his legs firmly as he tilted his head back, taking in more of him with a solid gulp. David was a capable predator, with strong throat muscles, and a lot of give in his flesh, but he was still a pussy and that just pissed off Max even more. Max’s crotch entered the mouth, covered up but still feeling the heat and wetness of the maw. The kid bit his lip to keep from getting aroused, his stubbornness to remain hostile so strong. He’d get through this as miserably as possible.

Eating Max was easy for David, so easy he could have taken the boy down nearly instantly. However, it was important that he took his time and let Max get used to this so he wasn’t scared. He once told Gwen this. She rolled her eyes and called him a moron, which the sunny young man thought was very rude. David was nearly done with Max, only his little legs were left to swallow and he could feel the boy inches from slipping into his stomach. While this was about teaching Max a lesson, there was no doubt that there was something very addictive about the way he tasted. David wanted more, but he would control himself. He was a role model, after all. He hoped that one day Max saw this as what it was; an attempt to help him overcome his bad behavior and be happy like the counselor. With a final swallow, a large bulge traveled down David’s throat as he took in the last of Max. His gut expanded, slightly pushing up his shirt as the big, angry meal landed inside. David knew Max was fully settled when he felt him try to punch the stomach wall towards his heart with his tiny fist.

“Okay everyone, back to camp,” David said, smiling brightly as his big, round stomach wobbled. Inside him, Max seethed and plotted. He was going to get David one of these days and then they’d see who was inside whom. He’d make the sweet bastard pay for trying to make him act like a decent person.

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