Vore-mecca - Vore Mecca

Welp folks, I just pulled a major oof. Usually I think that I have a pretty good control over my hunger. Yes, I indulge, but I’m usually pretty smart about it. Today while mountain biking though, I slipped. Maybe it was because of me forgetting breakfast or not bringing any snacks or something about bicycle shorts that make guys look more appetizing. Due to probably all three compounded I pounced on this guy looking at the map. He was probably only 20 or 21, average height with the average build of a guy who works out, but doesn’t prioritize it too much. We had a little small talk and he seemed nice enough, though that didn’t apparently seem to matter. Without thinking, I got off my bike, walked over and shoved my open mouth over his brown hair. Now what? I was almost out of steam to begin with, but now I’m carrying a 150 lbs man on top of that. I really could’ve planned this out better. I thought of letting him out and getting someone by my car, but I run the risk of him also being a Pred. I got him from the back. He didn’t know what was happening until it was too late. It would be hard to fend him off and even though I’d be saving his life, he probably wouldn’t be too happy about me trying to steal it in the first place. Oh well, gotta start heading back sometime. It’s only about a mile and I’ve gone farther full when walking, just wish it wasn’t so bumpy.

It had been a long day at the bank. You had only worked there for the last couple months, but had already made more than all your college jobs combined. To celebrate that milestone you had used your newfound saving to get a brand new bright Orange mustang. It had been your dream, and there you have it, at just 25. You picked it up rather unceremoniously the night prior from the dealership and had only driven it to home and then to work in the morning. Though traffic meant you didn’t break 10 mph the whole gruel to work, you somehow didn’t mind. It was a Friday and you’d finally earned a long weekend with your new sports car.

Walking out there’s a hot pair of sunglasses standing next to your beauty.

“That yours?”

“Yeah, just got it yesterday!”

“I always wanted a mustang. This is my first chance to get one new.”

That response seemed a bit odd, but you decide to give the dealer’s info

There’s a flash and the weirdest sensation comes over you. It takes a moment, but you realize why you had to get a hefty life insurance policy before getting the car.

We open in a park with two high school seniors. They know each other, but aren’t exactly what you’d call friends, just aquaintences.

(I don’t own the image)

Tommy: Wait, so you’ll let me do it then!

Brandon: Yep!

T: Thanks, but you sure?

B: Yes, I just have one quid pro quo; one thing I want off the bucket list.

T: Sure, what is it?

B: I want to eat someone.

T: No that’s ridiculous, it’s much more efficient if I ate both of you.

B: Yeah, but you’re gonna help me do this.

T: Or I could just force you down now.

B: No you can’t because you won’t dismiss a willing prey, sure the hell not when you’re dying to know what it feels like to consume a Pred with his own guy kicking around in there.

T: You’re right, let’s do this!

Poor Jon didn’t know what was happening until it was too late.

(Tommy [left] will consume Brandon [right] a few hours later)

You had thought you’d regret giving him a second chance, but washing up you convinced yourself those fears were overblown. Tonight he had behaved himself like a perfect gentleman, putting courtesy and chivalry in place of his usual toxic competitiveness. It finally happened, you thought, he was a changed man. Why he even ordered just a personal pan, when he usually would’ve gotten three family sized and turned the date into an eating contest.

You dry off and return to the table, when

OH MY GOD!?

“What?”

“What did you do?”

“I’m just enjoying my meal, very filling.”

“Knock that stupid smile off your face, that’s gotta be a deadly sin!”

“Not once at University of Notre Dame did they mention the commandment that ‘thou must not eat thine hunk pizza waiter’”

“What about Murder!?”

“Someone’s jealous they won’t get to settle in my belly for another 3 weeks”

He didn’t like it, but he refused to show it. Despite trying his very hardest the last 4 years it ultimately didn’t matter, ‘cause there he was, sliding into the star freshman. He couldn’t really complain too much, for he had been on the other end of this not too long ago. Easily two dozen or so former players had ended their high school careers in his intestines, so it was only fair he’d have the same fate. Still a bit bittersweet, though. I’ll never understand why he went through with it. I mean he could’ve easily flipped the table and even have a fighting chance of taking on the team, but he didn’t. He dearly wanted to live, but to him there was something with more value than life: honor. I’ll never begin to comprehend his decision, but a part of me has to respect the guy.