Author: Keith Stevens

Why Won’t You Eat Me?
By Twrch_Twryth(@yahoo.com)

“Why won’t you eat me?”

Nadia lifted her eyes in annoyance at her irritating inquisitor.  A minute ago he had burst into her dorm room, stripped off his clothes, and demanded that she devour him.  She had declined and now he evidently took offense at him.

“I’m sorry, Matt, I’m just not interested.”

“Well, what can I do to make you interested?”  Nadia looked him over again.  Matt wasn’t an unattractive fellow, with his dark hair and eyes.  Maybe a bit on the short side of average, but his musculature was well developed and he wasn’t too hairy or too smooth.  Masculine without being overpoweringly so.  Her eyes lingered on his uncircumcised penis; he was six-and-a-half inches hard, with the head of his penis poking pink through the collar of his foreskin. Clearly the thought of being devoured alive was arousing him.

 Nadia sighed.  The two had dated briefly, or at least gone to a few parties and movies together and slept together a few times, but they’d never bee exclusive.  Their relationship had ended as informally as it had begun.  It meant that this conversation would have more baggage than she liked.

 “Listen,” Nadia said.  “It’s nothing wrong with you as a person.  It’s just that you were born with the wrong equipment.”  He looked at her blankly, so she pointed to his waving penis.  “That.  I mean, I don’t eat men.  Just women.”

 Matt was instantly crestfallen.  “Why not?”

 Nadia leaned back in her chair, but kept her arms folded across her chest.  Her slight paunch gurgled softly.  Yolanda was nearly finished digesting, so she would be hungry again soon.

 “Hey, I’ve tried it before.  Men just—it’s not that you don’t taste good.  It’s more than that.  You don’t taste right.  You don’t digest properly either.  Guys give me a really upset stomach.”

 “Maybe you just weren’t eating the right guys.  Maybe you have too small a sample.  I promise I won’t make your stomach upset.”

 Nadia shook her head.  This wasn’t the first time she’d be having this conversation and it was just as vexing as every other time she’d had it before.  “And it just doesn’t feel the same.  When I eat a woman, there’s this—this energy to it.  It’s like having an orgasm with my stomach and an emotional climax and…it’s just so fulfilling in a way I can’t possibly explain.”

 Nadia thought back to when she ate Yolanda earlier that morning.  The tall, supple Latina from her Modern American Literature class had approached her earlier that week asking to be eaten.  When they had gotten down to it this morning, Nadia had taken her feet first and savored the process for nearly an hour.  Yolanda had said that she did not want to confuse the experience with sexual foreplay, but by the time that Nadia had reached her hips the other girl was practically begging to be eaten out.  Nadia was happy to oblige her, as much as possible, and it added incredibly to Yolanda’s flavor.  Yolanda continued to shiver and squirm with orgasms long after Nadia finished devouring her until finally Nadia’s digestive acids and enzymes ceased her movement.

 “But you fuck men,” Matt said.  In not one of his finer moments, he continued, “I know, you’ve slept with me.”

 Nadia snapped back to reality with a groan.  “Those are very different needs and desires.  I mean, sure, there’s a little bit of pleasure overlap, but it’s like…I don’t go get my favorite hamburger if I need a massage, right?”

 “But you just said you have an orgasm when you eat someone,” Matt pointed out.

“Not really,” Nadia shook her head.  “I mean, maybe it is a little sexual, but there’s so much more too it than just that.  There aren’t words for it.”

 Matt started to say something, but Nadia cut him off.  “Look, Matt, I’m sorry, but I’m not interested.  If you really want to be eaten, I do know two people who’d probably be happy to oblige you.”

 “Really?”  It was more of a challenge or accusation than a question.

 “Yeah.  There’s a small group of vores on campus that get together every so often and I could give you their names.  I know Tanya likes eating guys and Liam eats them exclusively.”

 “Wait, Liam?  Like a dude?”  Nadia nodded.  “No way.  I’m not gay.”

 “So?” Nadia shot back.  “At least a third of the women I eat don’t have any lesbian tendencies.  Munizza certainly didn’t.”  Nadia was referring to the last roommate the university had tried to set her up with, a conservative Jordanian student distrustful of American excesses.  Nadia had swallowed her within a fortnight.  “But overwhelmingly they’re into it.  It’s not about sex, it’s about the joys of being eaten and being subsumed into another person.”

She looked at Matt’s still erect cock.  “And for some people it is about sex, I guess.”

 “That’s why I was going out with you.”  Matt really wasn’t helping himself out here. “I wanted you to swallow me.”

 “Matt, I’m going to try to lay this out for you,” Nadia sighed as she leaned forward in her chair.  “Do I eat people?  Sure.  Do most of them want to be eaten?  Sure.  Do you want to be eaten?  Sure.  That doesn’t mean that I have to eat you if I don’t want to.  I don’t eat indiscriminately and, unfortunately for you, you are part of the 48% of the population that I won’t eat.  It’s an accident of birth, but I’m not going to put someone into my body that I don’t want to.”

 “But I wanted you to eat me,” Matt almost whined.  Nadia realized that, with his square chin and short-shorn hair, almost a buzz cut, his head seemed remarkably squarish.

 “Why?” Nadia challenged him.

 “Well…I guess there’s no delicate way to say this, but you are hot.”

Nadia was a little flattered, but so also knew it was true.  She was medium height and would have been called slender if it weren’t for her large, bouyant breasts.  Her long hair was curly and nearly black, framing a thin and angular face with volcanic blue eyes and full lips.  Her skin was fair and soft, visibly silky.

“So what?” came her retort.

“Well…it’s always been a fantasy of mine to be eaten by a hot girl.”

“So you just want me to eat you because I’ve got a pretty face, big boobs, and a small waist?”

“Well, yeah.”

Nadia rolled her eyes.  “What does that matter?  Any stomach’s going to be the same once you get inside it.”

“But it’s not just being in the stomach,” Matt insisted, “it’s also being swallowed and so that’s when the person swallowing you matters.”

“I get that.  That’s true.  But that doesn’t change that it’s not just about the prey, it’s also about the predator.  If I eat you, I still have to deal with the bad taste and the upset stomach and the days of the runs—because yes, that happens.”

Matt grimaced.  Nadia continued, “And you’re a lot bigger than me.  That makes it really hard to get around.  Even with women I don’t like eating anyone that weighs more than 140 pounds.  You’re what, 170?”

Matt reflexively corrected her: “165.”

“So if I eat you, I’m going to be just about immobile.  If I do get up to move, I could pull any of the muscles in my torso.  The extra weight could hurt my knees just from having to carry too much weight or make it a lot easier to twist my knees or ankles.”  Nadia sighed and shrugged.  “Matt, I’m just not physically built to eat you.  You have to understand.”

Matt was about to say something in protest when a knock came at the door.  Nadia reflexively yelled “Come in!”  As the door opened Matt scrambled to pull his clothes up to cover himself.  A small Asian woman gasped in surprise as he failed and Nadia stood up.

“I come back?” the woman asked in confusion.  She had a thick accent.  “Are you busy?”

“No,” Nadia assured her.  “Matt here was just leaving.”  She turned Matt and quickly whispered, “And that’s the other reason I’m not going to eat you.  I already have someone scheduled.”

“What?” he asked dumbly as he pulled his underwear and gym shorts back on.

“Matt, this is Amy.”  Nadia knew her real name was Xun, but like many Taiwanese and Chinese students she had chosen to go by a name that would be more familiar to the other people at the school.  “She’s the T.A. in my Chemistry 102 class.  She and I have dinner plans.”

 Amy, flush with embarrassment, greeted Matt, who was less than impressed.

 “So you mean she gets to--” he started before Nadia stopped him by putting a hand on his shoulder.

 “I’ll get you Tanya’s number, like we talked about.  I’ll see you later.”  She gave him a light push and at last, putting his shirt on, he finally gave in and walked out the dorm room door with a habitual, less-than-half hearted “Take it easy.”

 As the door closed behind him, turned back to Amy, who was unslinging a backpack from her shoulder.  Nadia quickly placed a hand on her stomach and decided that Yolanda was completely done digesting.  She would have to use the bathroom again before eating Amy, but they had planned a romantic, relaxing evening culminating in vore.  With Matt gone, she could finally enjoy swallowing someone.

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EPILOGUE

 After an evening of drinking wine in the nude and a tender love-making session, Nadia ate and digested Amy.  She continues to eat women, some of whom search her out, and some of whom she searches out.

 Unknown to him, Matt was in the same French class as Liam, Nadia’s male vore friend.  Liam overheard Matt complaining about being rejected by Nadia and used his years of experience to first seduce, then devour the emotionally vulnerable Matt.