I almost didn't make it to V-day at all.
 
I was making my way across campus on the shuttle bus, and I wasn't the only one. The bus wasn't packed, but there were probably a dozen others on it, almost all of them obviously headed to the Vorgy. Several were, like me, wrapped in bedsheet togas to provide a modicum of comfort and modesty while still technically in public. Some others had on the sexiest outfits they could find, and one or two wore more elaborate fetish gear.
 
And, of course, not everyone could wait until we arrived at the venue. A girl with wavy, medium-brown hair across from me had a massive belly that was wriggling so much you had to wonder if a single victim could move so much. There were more, but I tried not to stare, just keeping to myself and looking unassuming. Ironically, that was probably what caught her attention.
 
My friend Angie has told me before that my build makes me look appetizing. I'm not that tall, barely 160 centimeters, and I have a slight build, relatively narrow shoulders and all that. Angie likes that, of course -- I'm easy to get down in one go, and just as easy to bring back up. Even a smaller, less ambitious pred could probably manage.
 
Still, I'm not that experienced with vore, so I wasn't sure how to react when a petite asian girl swung her leg over to straddle my lap and sit down. She stared into my face with mischievous eyes, and introduced herself. "Hey sweetie, I'm Liz. You want a ride over to the venue?"
 
My eyes wandered past her delicate features, following the silky fine hair that just barely brushed her exposed collar bone. She was wearing a bedsheet toga, too. "Um..." I began, but it soon became clear that she wasn't really waiting for me to make up my mind here. Liz stood up and took my hands in hers. She threaded them under the bottom of her bedsheet toga, letting me feel the perfectly smooth skin of her taut belly all the way up to her breasts. For someone who probably weighed south of 40 kilos, they were pretty round. I cupped my hands around them, feeling their surprising heft and softness, and began to massage them. Liz leaned over and rested her head on mine, holding her toga together with one of her hands while running the other down my back. All this was lifting her bedsheet up to the point where it hooked on her round little butt, just barely keeping covered for the other passengers, although I could see everything below where her ribcage slightly poked out. She was visibly wet down below. For my part, my toga was now sporting an obvious protrusion in the crotch area.
 
As she rubbed her cheek along the top of my head, mussing my hair, I was expecting to feel the telltale warmth of in the inside of her mouth any second, but Liz's next move surprised me. She stepped up onto the seat, bringing her crotch in line with my face, and pushed me forward with the hand on my back.
 
I'll be honest: I had never eaten a girl out before. But like hell I didn't know what to do. I'd practiced in my mind many times, and Liz's body made it easy. I plunged my tongue in between her inner lips, and began licking and pushing at her savory womanflesh. It worked, too, because Liz immediately shuddered and thrust forward, her labia parting to spread over my lips and nose. This made it even easier for me to lick deeper into her depths, which had gotten so moist her juices were trickling down my chin. Both of us moaned at the carnal pleasure. I wondered if the other bus passengers were paying attention. We were nothing special on this of all days, so probably not.
 
Liz didn't seem like much of a talker, but her high-pitched whines of pleasure said enough for me. My arms, which had moved from fondling her breasts to resting just above her hips, slid around to grope her butt. (This also had the benefit of letting her toga fall a little looser, so it was draped -- as best I could tell -- around to her calves on one side and over most of my back on the other. Her butt was firm, and indeed quite round, and Liz yelped ever so slightly in surprise at my move. But, more importantly, the shift in my posture from holding her front to her back shifted the balance of pressure, so that her labia quickly spread across my cheekbones and up the bridge of my nose. As her knees pressed into the seat behind me, holding my shoulders on either side, the slickness of her snatch greedily invited me inside. So she really did plan to unbirth me!
 
As Liz's vagina opened wider to swallow more and more of my head, I put my back into my efforts to stimulate her. Of course, my tongue was still flicking wildly about, but I was rubbing with my whole face now. My toga had started slipping loose off my shoulders, but that was no problem, since I felt her womanhood making rapid progress across the top of my head, while meanwhile even the lower part of my jaw was being embraced by her nether lips. The torrent of love fluids were pouring all down my neck, onto my shoulders, and even dripping down my chest a little. Soon after I felt the tickling of her labia at my ears, Liz really thrust forward to engulf my whole head with a *schlorch*.
 
She paused there a moment, the lips of her vagina wrapped around my neck, to catch her breath. "Hey little guy," she said, "I didn't get your name before. Heh." I could tell even she was a little impressed with herself to get all the way over her prey's head before even asking his name.
 
"Amir," I blustered out, wondering if she could even hear me through the muffling of her copious pussyflesh. "A-M-I-R."
 
Apparently she could. "Amir, huh? You've been... pretty good so far. Just letting you know, I'm taking you all the way." She punctuated her dirty talk with a pivot of her hips that got her tickling my collarbone.
 
But suddenly a little unease started trickling down my spine alongside Liz's love juices. By all the way, surely she couldn't mean... Images suddenly appeared in my mind. First it was Angie, hands on her hefty mammaries stretched wide and lumpy with twin occupants, suddenly squeezing and rubbing them until they tightened and regained their roundness. And soon I pictured this petite asian girl, on a bus with a bunch of other voreaphiles, watching her distended belly compress back to normal. I pictured what it would be like inside her, sweltering hot as the love juices suddenly turned to digestive juices, and the pressure in her snatch squeezed me into mush. I began to feel a dread that I wouldn't even be able to see Angie at the V-day celebration. Meanwhile, my boner intensified, as if my id had chosen to spite my superego.
 
Liz was oblivious to all that, of course, so she soon put her vagina back to work. I felt her hands, still somewhat cool in comparison to the steamy heat of my lubricated shoulders, coaxing me into a posture that would better squeeze into her sultry opening. I complied, shutting my worries out of my mind and enjoying what was certainly the most sexual experience of my life. No longer able to grope her butt, I tucked one hand under the bedsheet toga that had fallen to my lap, and gripped my stiff member. I let my other hand slide over to massage Liz's tensed calf muscles, where her leg was dripping with about as much of her fluids as my torso.
 
Just as her labia had relaxed about wide enough to accommodate my shoulders, the bus hit a bump, and instantly jammed the first few inches of my torso into Liz's engorged snatch. While the sudden rush of movement was startling, it also lit up my senses: the full-body hug of Liz's insides surrounding me felt even better than I expected, and I subconsciously wriggled deeper, loving the feel of her labia running down past my exposed nipples. My predator, too, was pleased, and she let out her loudest squeals of pleasure yet as her pussy greedily gulped its way down past my shoulder blades and even my lower ribs.
 
Before long, my arms were pinned too tight against me for me to rub Liz's leg anymore, so I angled my spare arm around my back to feel around for her clit in the flesh that was rapidly progressing towards our bus seat. (My right hand was busy holding my dick tight against my waist.) Liz seemed to get the idea, and shamelessly twisted her hips around so I could reach it. "fuuck, Amir, that's soooo goood," was about the only intelligible thing she said before her pussy convulsed in what I realized must be her orgasming. In between squeezes, she drove her pussy down over my left hand and down to my waist.
 
Again, she paused here. This time, I realized, it was because she had reached as far down as she could in our current position. I felt her calves and thighs folded up on either side of my legs, realizing she was kneeling on the seat where I was sort of slouched, my upper body folded over into her abdomen while my knees hung out a little farther from the seat than her (loose, but apparently still attached) bedsheet toga.
 
"OK, Amir, get ready. I'm gonna turn around so I can get the rest of you in. You still hot to be my all-expenses-paid passenger?"
 
"Fuck yeah!" I answered, with perhaps a bit more enthusiasm than I felt, although it was hard to consider the consequences with the scent and taste of sex filling my senses.
 
"You're the best, you know that? Alright, get your hands, feet, and dick inside the vehicle, because we're going all the way, boyo! I'm gonna make you come!" And with that, she heaved herself around, tender pussy-flesh swirling around me as she pivoted to get her butt on the seat behind mine. Her surprisingly lithe movements didn't just swing her around me, but actually corkscrewed down so she swallowed my crotch at the same time. As her sweet, hot pussy finally welcomed my rock-hard member into its embrace, I doubled down on holding my rod.
 
I should mention, it's the unwritten rule at my school's V-day that the predator can't "keep" someone unless they cum inside. It's not strictly enforced, but people tend to look down on those who don't follow it (and occasionally, an influential pred returns the favor to those who break the rule). Generally, people like that rule, though. It incentivizes the preds to make sure their prey are having a good time, which is pretty important because the Vorgy wouldn't go far without willing prey. (Or so Angie has proudly told me, at least.) But even the preds who're looking to digest their prey tend to like the rule, because it gives them a line where people won't object to them doing their thing. After all, if the prey didn't want it, they would've held back, right?
 
That said, as Liz the cute little petite girl with the big boobs was working my thighs into her hungry vajayjay, I was starting to realize just how dangerous that rule was. My mind was torn in two: one half was shamelessly enjoying the carnal pleasure of being swallowed by a vagina for the first time. The other half was screaming at me, "don'tcumdon'tcumdontcumDONOTCUM" because if I gave into the eruption that was brewing in my crotch, I might not even make it to the Vorgy intact.
 
Of course, Liz wasn't too concerned about that. "We're almost at the last stop, Amir, so I'm going all out. Just you try to hold on!"
 
Holding on was indeed all I could manage, as her fevered contractions tugged my whole body deeper into the abyss of her insides -- a warm and cozy abyss, mind you. My back arched as she tucked my knees in, and Liz gasped with pleasure, her progress momentarily halted by a series of convulsions that were surely her second, or maybe even third orgasm. I squeezed my dick in both hands, trying desperately to hold the magma in the volcano. Liz's rippling flesh engaged me on all sides, and soon the outside air around my ankles and feet felt frigid compared to the blistering heat of the sticky love canal that had engulfed the bulk of my body.
 
As the quakes wracking my body became more intense for the eruption I was suppressing, I again began to see images in my mind. Angie still showed up here and there, with her tall, improbably shapely figure and fiery hair, but this time my thoughts were dominated by visions of Liz, the tiny girl with the golden skin and the cute little pussy that was well on its way to swallowing up a shy little freshman named Amir. I thought about what she might look like now, her bedsheet-toga disheveled and falling off one shoulder, one hand massaging her big, milky breasts. Her belly, stretched out every which way, her other hand desperately shoving the last of its occupant deeper. Her eyes, long black eyelashes with a catlike gleam, as she offered her prey a trip to ecstasy and oblivion. I thought about what it might be like to become part of that mysterious body, to occupy her soft little shoulders and her toned back, her deceptively slender legs below a sweet butt that probably looked fantastic in tight jeans... and of course, those breasts, hanging loose and pursed gently together into beautiful cleavage as she leaned forward to beguile a new lover. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to cut my V-day celebration short, after all...
 
Liz gently threaded her slender fingers between my toes as she brought me ever closer to her hungry nether-maw. "Have you not come yet, Amir? I'm so turned on... damn, I'm glad I didn't wait. You've been the absolute best, you know."
 
"You too," I whispered, and I tugged my feet the rest of the way in, relishing the feeling of her pussy sealing shut behind my toes, finally encompassed from head to toe in the warmth of Liz's body. That pushed her over the edge, into her biggest orgasm yet. Her body squeezed every inch of me so I was fighting for every breath, spasming out of control as much as she was. Finally, it happened. Pompeii. I couldn't fight my urges any more, and what felt like a liter of splooge burst forth from my abused member, pouring and pumping as I thrust wildly in a mindless ecstasy. It seemed to go on forever, the two of us coming in unison, but finally it ended, and the natural pressure of Liz's belly slowly collapsed me into a ball posture.
 
I had lost all sense of up and down, but my center of gravity shifted, followed by regular shaking which must have been Liz walking. I was impressed with the tone of her back and leg muscles to be able to carry our weight as stably as she did. I heard her apologize profusely to the bus driver for holding him up, which was embarrassing even to me, hidden away inside the depths of Liz's snatch.
 
Slowly, as Liz continued walking, the shame of my predicament crept up on me. Here I was, drenched in cum (both mine and hers), sitting in the belly of a girl who'd been a random stranger just an hour ago, waiting to be digested. "Sorry, Angie..." I mumbled to myself.
 
"Angie? Who's Angie?" Damn. Liz had heard.
 
"She's a friend of mine, a real apex pred. She's the one who introduced me to vore. Or, you know, vore club, at least. We were supposed to meet at the Vorgy. But now I won't even make it."
 
"Why not?" was Liz's strangely cheerful answer.
 
"Wh... because..." my voice dropped to a shameful whimper... "I came inside you already. So now you get to digest me. Weren't we going all the way?"
 
Liz stopped walking suddenly. "W-wait... are you serious? You w-w-want me to d-d-digest you?" She seemed taken aback.
 
Now I was confused. "Y-you mean you didn't have that in mind all along?"
 
Liz's response was emphatic. "No! I meant, like, all the way to the gym where the Vorgy is happening! I wouldn't digest a random stranger on the bus... unless..." She paused for a long time, and when she spoke again, it was in a whisper so quiet I'm sure nobody who wasn't already inside her body could hear it. "... unless you really wanted me to."
 
Now it was my chance to be quiet for a really long time. I sat motionless, curled up inside her, more ashamed of myself than I had ever been. Me! Someone who'd been performing cunnilungus on a public bus with a girl I'd just met, just minutes ago. What did I really have to lose? Wasn't part of the reason I was so excited to meet Angie at the Vorgy because she had hinted she might actually digest me there? Was it really worth it to go and be teased by that big strawberry-blonde, when I had just had an incredible connection with Liz, who was honest with me and cute and just a magical combination of shy and aggressive? "I would be okay... with it..." was finally all I mumbled out.
 
She didn't respond at first. Finally, she spoke again, her original cheeriness mysteriously returned: "Well, hold on. I'm almost inside the venue."
 
I'm not sure I took a single breath in the next few minutes. Liz started walking again, and then stopped, apparently to speak with the security guard at the Vorgy venue. "Yeah, here's my ID. And this."
 
Distantly, I heard the voice of the guard, "Go on in," followed by more walking. Even from within Liz's pussy, I could make out more sounds from the inside of the gym, all sorts of shouting and moaning, slurping and burping, like I expected from a Vorgy. Despite everything, I started to feel turned on again. I'd made it after all, in a sense, and soon it would be time to be digested by a beautiful and strangely gentle girl, just like I'd wanted. My member perked up a little.
 
"Hey, Liz! Over here!" Another girl's voice. I couldn't tell for sure, but it seemed like Liz turned and walked over to the source of it. From the way she was moving, it felt like she kind of had to crawl and maneuver around some other couples who had already gotten busy. Once again, I was awed at her ability to move around with a pussy full of dude.
 
Pretty soon I felt Liz sit down. "Sorry, Kate, I have a little something to take care of first."
 
The other girl's voice was joined by a third. "Damn, Liz, you started already? Jealous!"
 
As the voice belonging to, I guess, Kate, continued, I felt more hands rubbing all over me from outside of Liz's belly. "Who is she?"
 
"It's a he, actually. His name's Amir," she said.
 
"Seriously? You're not showing that much for a dude!" Then, in a more mischievous voice, "Did you start digesting him already? He's not moving much, is he?"
 
I kicked a little to show my protest, but I was too distracted by my once-again erect cock to say anything. Liz answered for me. "Nah, that's just the way he is. I spotted him on the bus and decided I could use a little warm-up."
 
"Heh, yeah, who knows how many suckers Heather's gonna swallow up before she asks you to squeeze her in there!"
 
"Whatever!" said the other voice, which I concluded must be Heather's. "It's not like I'll show, anyway!" The three shared a giggle.
 
"Anyway, do you think you could leave us be for a little? Amir's a little... shy." Damn. I couldn't believe how considerate Liz was being. Maybe she didn't mean to digest me after all? But they were just talking about it..."
 
"That's fine. I think I just spotted a hunk I'd like to dunk, myself," said one of the girlfriends, I couldn't tell which. "Aight, if you say so," parted the other.
 
Finally, it seemed like we were alone. I felt Liz running her hand sensuously over the distended belly that held my body. "Well, here we go, Amir. Ready now?"
 
"Yeah..." I mumbled quietly, my mind a mess.
 
Soon, the contractions started. They were not as tough as during the out-of-control orgasm on the bus, but still, I was shoved back and forth, squeezed and tousled, and drenched in Liz's fluids. Yet, for all the morbidity, it was strangely erotic. My member was more than pleased to be rubbed all over the flesh of Liz's inner pussy. Finally, I felt myself being pulled up, away. I guessed I was being squeezed into some deeper, deadlier part of Liz's body, until suddenly I felt a rush of air over the crown of my head. Not much later, light assaulted my eyes, and as I adjusted back to the bright overhead beams of the gymnasium, I realized that my head had just exited Liz's pussy. With a mischievous smile, Liz reached for my hands and took my hands as they exited, unfolding them from my chest and pulling my arms wide, almost as if in celebration. For the first time, I got a really good look at those boobs (they were big, especially for her size, but not enormous like Angie's), and they bounced together as she pulled me out. The rest of the rebirthing was quick and painless. Amazingly, the last tug outward was just enough to set me over the edge, so that I shot my load into the air between Liz's belly and mine.
 
Soon I was lying on the ground next to Liz, both of us panting. She rolled over, straddling me and pushing her chest up against mine, and leaned in to kiss me. Overwhelmed, I acquiesced, and we frenched for a while before I had to stop to catch my breath again.
 
"You taste like me," she giggled.
 
"Well, whose fault is that?" I teased. I took a deep breath. "You know, I really thought you were going to digest me. And I was OK with it. I thought."
 
"Ah, but you came outside me, see?" she said and pointed to the white streak that had settled on her belly, running all the way to the underside of one breast. "So I couldn't."
 
"But-" My protest was cut off with a finger to my lips and a whisper in my ear. "You were only supposed to be a warm-up for me, after all. And besides, I wouldn't want to make you break your promise to Angie."
 
I could no longer keep the tears out of my eyes as Liz looked at me with her mischievous, Cheshire-cat grin. "So let's take a rain check on that, alright? Assuming you survive the rest of the Vorgy. I left your bedsheet and your ID with the front."
 
I nodded. I couldn't say a word, and the tears continued to stream out my eyes. But I nodded, and nodded again.
 
Liz just smiled.