Vore Whore - Chinese Takeout
 
Yan Liu took a deep breath as she stared at herself on the mirror. Her orange hair (her mother had insisted on her dyeing it look more "exotic") was perfect and the lingerie she wore was brand new, and her large breasts practically jumped out of it. She looked beautiful enough for the job, she thought.
 
"Yan Liu! Get fat ass down here!" Her mother called from downstairs, her English broken and her speech marked by a strong accent. "Client has arrived!"
 
"Going, mama! Going!" Yan Liu answered in Chinese, and quickly made her way down.
 
Arriving downstairs, the young woman found two people waiting for her. One was a middle-aged Chinese woman in a cheap dress with her jet black, disheveled hair in a bun, who smoked a cigarette fervorously. It was her mother, Mrs. Liu.
 
The other was a middle-aged white man in a suit, plain looking and balding, his only notable characteristic being the fact that he had a dadbod-type build. He had been looking around the dingy residence of the Lius with clear disgust, that is, until Yan arrived. Them he eyed her up and down and smiled, clearly liking what he saw. The client licked his lips leecherously.
 
"I must say, Mrs. Liu, your daughter looks even better in person than in those pictures. Are you sure you're her biological mother, you hag?" The man said with disdain.
 
Mrs. Liu laughed loudly and clearly by force, clasping her hands.
 
"Oh, Mr. Sanders, you so funny! Yes, yes, she's daughter, I mother. Very pretty girl, pride and joy of family."
 
"Sure," The man clearly despised the foreign smoker who spoke to him, but tolerated her because of what she had to offer. He took something out of his pocket and offered it to Mrs. Liu, who eagerly snatched it out of his hand. Yan saw that it had a green color. It was money. "Alright, let's get to it. I've got to get back home soon, or the wife will ask questions. Told the old ball and chain that my boss asked me to do some extra work.
 
Mrs. Liu didn't take her eyes out of the money, she greedily counted it at an amazing speed. Once she finished it though, she looked at her client with pleading eyes.
 
"Not enough, Mr. Sanders..."
 
"Not enough? I gave you a lot of money for a single girl."
 
"Yes, but..." Mrs. Liu pretended to be about to cry, and spoke very dramatically... "She my precious only daughter! Everything to me! You understand how hard is for me, yes?"
 
"Fine, fine, you hag," Mr. Sanders took some more money out of his wallet, slightly vexed. "Here's more, but the wench better be worth it."
 
"She is, you no worry," The Chinese woman answered without even looking at the man, staring only at the money which she counted like an expert. Satisfied with it, she took it and the money she had previously received and placed the notes in her cleavage. "Everything figured out, enjoy!"
 
"Thanks."
 
Yan Liu had watched the entire exchange with her mouth open in amazed. She didn't know she was worth so many money! She had never seen so many dollar bills before! But now she gulped, for the American who had bought her was approaching, clearly eager to start. Yan looked at her mother, expecting their gazes to meet, and to perhaps exchange a gàobié before she had to go upstairs with the man, but Mrs. Liu had no eyes for her daughter, only smoking, smiling and sometimes taking the money out of her cleavage to look at it again.
 
"I've been on this game for long, but I can't remember the last time I had Chinese," Mr. Sanders explained, and even though Yan Liu understood and spoke way less English than her mother, she turned around to mount the stairs. Just as she had turned around though, the man smacked her hard on the ass. "Let's go, chinky."
 
It only took a few seconds for the pair to reach the second floor of the dingy house where the Lius lived, but for Yan it seemed like an eternity had passed before they reached her room. She took that opportunity to think about her trajectory until this fatidic night. Yan and her family had not long ago immigrated to America from China in search of a better chance in life, but found in the New World as much hardships as in their old home. The money the Lius had managed to save was quickly gambled away by Yan's parents, and things looked bleak for them. They lived in poor conditions in one of the towns poorest neighboorhoods, and their crumbling dwelling was in dire needs of repairs they couldn't afford.
 
It was then that Mrs. Liu discovered the concept of "vore" whoring, a new type of job that was becoming a fever in the Americas and in Japan. It basically involved three parties: the paying client, the escort and her agent (curiously the world "pimp" wasn't frequently used in this industry), who received the client's money in the whore's place, for she had no use for it. Nowadays agencies that dealt with this type of thing were starting to show up, but they were all still new, so "free-lancers" thrived. Although this fever was considerably new, some specialists defended that vore whoring was older than it appeared, for there had been found traces of female skeletons in places that used to be bathrooms in Britain that seem to suggest that the practice existed as soon as during the Victorian period. Other researchers developed a theory that vore whoring (or even "vorgies") was frequently practised in Ancient Rome, but the lack of further investigation leaves it only in the realm of conjecture.
 
Well, Mrs. Liu quickly became interested in this new way to put bread on the table, and even more so when she found out that it paid several times better than regular prostitution. She had always said that her daughter was a useless, good-for-nothing girl with some good lucks but no brains, but now she began seeing her as a precious asset. She didn't ask Yan permission or for her opinion, she simply told her she'd be an escort and that's that. Yan, always meek, passive and subservient to her elders, pathetically agreed, even though she had no desire to waste her life in a matter such as this.
 
She had no ambition though, being used to hardships and to being poor both in China and in this new continent she had found herself in, alienated from the friends she had back in her country and without finding any future in this so called "land of opportunity". So, overall, she didn't despair too much about her fate.
 
But she and the client had arrived at her room, so there was no more time to think. Yan looked around. Uncaring as her mother was, she had given Yan the largest room in the house. It had a mirror, an old king-size bed with a dirty, stained mattress and just a few scattered pieces of furniture in poor condition. She got on the bed, wasting no time, and looked at the American man, who was unbuttoning his suit, trying to appear as inviting as her timid nature permited.
 
"You see this bod of mine?" Mr. Sanders asked once he had removed suit, patting his flabby, hairy gut. "It all came after I started meeting with you wenches. But I sure prefer this body than my old one. It's like carrying several trophies, even though it's just girl-fat."
 
Yan Liu smiled and nodded, not quite understanding everything the American said, but starting to sweat a little. Was she perhaps having second thoughts about it now? Well, it was too late anyway.
 
Mr. Sanders got on the bed as well and approached the Chinese woman, who instinctly recoiled a little from that disgusting, opressive man. They were gazing at each other, and there was hunger on his eyes.
 
"First, I'll taste you," The white man explained. "I always do when I eat meat that is exotic."
 
Having said that, Mr. Sanders licked Yan Liu's cheek, clearly wanting to get a good taste of her body. As she felt the wetness of his tongue as it slided across her skin, her disgust of the man grew, but also her sense of "This is it." Her time to become food had come.
 
Satisfied with the whore's cheek, the American moved to her massive breasts, which he started sucking eagerly, not even going through the trouble of exposing her nipples by removing the bra to enjoy the taste. He sucked loudly, making sounds of pleasure as he soaked the flavourful orbs of meat with his saliva. Yan Liu had to admit that, repulsive as it was, it was the closest thing to affection she had ever received, although she knew Mr. Sanders' feelings towards her were the worst imaginable.
 
It took long for the American to tire of the escort's boobs, but when he did, he moved to her thick thighs, which he at first kissed, then tasted as well. But he didn't stay long there. He grabbed Yan Liu by the legs, turned her around and shoved his head into her butt, which he liked happily. Now the young woman had to blush a little, for this attention she was receiving was curiously close to having her body worshiped. Mr. Sanders stopped liking though, for he was satisfied.
 
"You definitely taste different, honey," He admited. "Not the tastiest wench I ever bought, but definitely worth the trip to this shitty place and the risk of having my car outside stolen. Now let's get to the eating, shall we?"
 
Mr. Sanders laid Yan on her belly and she took a deep breath, for she knew what was coming. The American had placed her tiny feet inside his large, greedy mouth, and slowly but surely was shoving the rest of the woman's shapely legs down his throat. He soon got to her thighs and soft ass but kept going, until most of her torso had disappeared beyond his jaws and he now could taste and playfully tease those enormous breasts with his tongue.
 
But down his tight esophagus they went as well, and he made sure to shove the Chinese's delicate arms down his maw alongside her body. Soon enough, all that was left to swallow was Yan's head, then her face. Mr. Sanders took his time before sending it down though, to let his prey have a last look at the outside world before ending up in his gut. He liked doing that for some reason.
 
But all Yan Liu saw was her dingy room, the largest in the house but still quite a dreary place. She wasn't all that sure that she would miss it at all. So the white man swallowed.
 
A bulge descended his throat and Yan Liu's entire body was deposited in the gastric chamber, which she soon found out was awfully tight, warm and slimy. She tried her best to find a comfortable position, but it wasn't an easy, or perhaps, possible, task. All around her, the stomach walls pressed closer to her voluptuous body. She let out a small groan of despair.
 
Outside, Mr. Sanders was groaning out of pleasure. He sat and shifted his position in bed, then undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, allowing his belly considerably more space.
 
"Aaaa, that feels better," The man rubbed his distended gut with two hands, enjoying the feeling of being all bloated up with female-meat. It never got old, nor did he ever tire of it. "Was really needing that after a stressful day at work. Nothing beats eating out~"
 
He enjoyed the feeling of Yan Liu squirming inside him almost as if it was an ancestral Chinese internal massage technique. Vore whores rarely fought once they were inside their client's stomach, but they couldn't help moving around their fleshy prison, due to the extreme discomfort of being there.
 
"You filled me up real good, chink. I heard before that Asian meat is the lightest there is but I guess those super fat tits of yours made you way more filling than your fellow ching chongs," Mr Sanders smacked his massive, hairy belly like a drum. "I'll digest you nice and slooOOOooooOOOOOoooooOOOOURP!"
 
The American belched crassly and loudly, like a complete pig.
 
"Arg, could taste you all over again in that one."
 
Almost as soon as the pocket of gas left his body, Mr. Sanders could hear the sound of someone rushing up the stars. Mrs. Liu entered the room, asking to be excused, and after throwing a quick, uncaring glance at the huge squirming bulge her daughter had become, addressed her client.
 
"How was she?" The mother asked proudly, with hands clasped.
 
"Had better," Was the American's nonchalant answer as he picked his teeth, removing a strand of orange hair from between them.
 
"Can get you anything? Water?"
 
"You can get away. You stink of cigarettes."
 
Slightly frustrated, but always wanting to please her client, Mrs. Liu left the room, leaving Mr. Sanders to bask in the glory of his meal in peace.
 
"You be broken down and processed like so many before you," The man was caressing his gut as he spoke. "Churned and absorbed like so much meat, and if you're lucky, you'll manage to leave your mark by fattening me up. My wife and children might not even notice the difference you'll make though, comsidering it takes many whores to really make a difference on my body."
 
By now the gastric juices inside Yan Liu's prison had started to rise, and she grew a bit worried, but still kept her head surprisingly cool. The stomach shook as Mr. Sanders released another mighty belch, and the fact that the predator was always so satisfied when he did so really drove the point home that the escort was food. After some time though digestion really started to kick in, and Yan could feel the heat growing more intense, the acid more powerful and the pressing of the stomach walls more frequent.
 
Mr. Sanders could also feel the change inside him take place, and this was one of his favorite parts. By now his stomach must have felt like the mix between an oven and a swamp, and it was preparing to really churn Yan Liu. It didn't take long after that for the Chinese girl to start losing consciousness, and her last thoughts were something along the line of being thankful that her fate at least wasn't in vain as her family had gotten a lot of money out of it. Generally speaking, she took it calmly and passively, as was of her meek nature to do.
 
The stomach was now working real hard to break her down, and it let Mr. Sanders know it by the loud cacophony it made. As the American pressed his gut he could actually feel Yan Liu's body giving in and losing it's solidness, and he enjoyed of feeling of conquering the woman he had ingested.
 
Soon, Yan Liu was nothing but a meaty broth with just a few solid parts bubbling and boiling inside the gastric chamber as it became ready for absorption. The American's gut was now slightly smaller and rounder.
 
He burped loudly with his mouth closed, and as he felt something rising alongside the gas, he removed from inside his mouth ruined pieces of lingerie. He wouldn't keep that grizzly, nasty memento of his meal though, and with a chuckle casually threw it aside. His bowels drank heavily from the meat-soup inside his stomach, and soon they were heavy with the processed thick liquid.
 
 
...
 
 
"Mrs. Liu, I need to use the bathroom."
 
"What? Done with her already?!"
 
"My body is used to this by now," The American said proudly, massaging his belly. "Now where's the bathroom?"
 
"Well, you see, Mr. Sanders, there is extra fee to use bathroom..."
 
"You damned hag!" The middle aged man grumbled, but gave the woman a bill, and she showed the way to the dingy house's extra dingy bathroom.
 
She stood in front of the bathroom door couting the night's earnings all over again, paying no attention to the loud explosive farts that came from beyond the door. Once she finished counting she started all over again, almost dancing from happiness, and she kept doing it until one last fart of finality came from the bathroom and the American sighed in relief from within.
 
The door opened and outside stepped Mr. Sanders looking and feeling considerably lighter than before. Mrs. Liu was curious but at the same time afraid to look at the state the toilet had been left in.
 
"You'll need a plumber," Mr. Sanders warned. "Or, more probably, a new house."
 
The client and agent parted ways, the later wishing the first all the best wishes in her broken English, and Mrs. Liu was left alone in the house with what remained of her whore of a daughter. She still didn't want to look at the bathroom, but it didn't really sour her mood. She had lost a daughter, but what was the use of those anyway? What mattered was that she had gained more money in a single night than in her entire life until this moment, and she couldn't be happier.
 
 
...
 
 
As a way of postscript, that night Mr. Sanders refused to eat the dinner his wife had prepared for him due to some reason she couldn't quite understand, and as for Miss Yan Liu's family, they spent all the money they got from selling their daughter with cigarettes, booze and gambling, and in less than a month were back at poverty again.