Vore-mecca - Vore Mecca

It could be that, or perhaps it’s because IT IS YOUR BEST FRIEND! Twelve years of camaraderie before you got hungry that fateful night. You and Lucas were glued at the hip before you you decided to glue him to your waist. You better be treating your belly well after all you’ve done.

You've always got to be careful at these kind of spring break places. Like this guy with the rose arm tattoo who just came up and started making out with you. Is he just looking to taste your lips or your whole body, and if his mouth does slip over your head in a moment does he just want to taste your skin and have some fun for the evening or melt down your muscles for himself. The last clear chance has passed so whatever happens you're gonna enjoy it, what other choice do you have? This was kinda your fault going to this place knowing the risk. You wanted to have fun and I guess this is the price you pay. This sensation is so wonderful and tantalizing though, you can't even describe it, you're in utter bliss and the rest of the world seems to disappear, when the taste of fabric makes you come to. You open your eyes to find your eyes in level with fleshy lumps in front of you and your mouth stretched wide. You knock your head back and laugh to yourself as a squirming mound lands where your abs once were. It's kinda funny how the media scared you so much, you forgot that you were the ultimate threat to springbreakers.

The belly is ready for its next victim . . . I mean GUEST

Hey babe, look out there. That twunk looks like he’s checking you out. What do you know, here I think you’re trying to be polite by letting me have that guy earlier, but you wind up with the better catch, go figure. I think you might wanna pounce now, he’s growing suspicious of us.

“I wish you could see how big you made me, too bad I’m gonna have to digest you now.”

“Ha ha, real funny. April fools! You can let me out now”

“But it’s April 2nd . . . “