Britney smiled as she gulped down her mother's toes, reuniting them with the rest of her family.
 
Britney had just gotten this job here at Feminine Wiles, a club and bar for sex, vore, and porn including both. She'd always been a fan of showing off her decently sexy body, but tonight, her first night working the poles, she'd show off more than she ever had before, thanks to her family's big present in honor of her new job.
 
She cupped and massaged her massive H cup breasts, jiggling them around to make sure no trace of her brothers were left. They were all milk and fat now. Her father definitely didn't push against her mother by this point, sloshing around in her womb as her mother calmly masturbated for the last time. Though Britney wanted to join her, she had plans for her father other than squirting him on the floor of her dressing room.
 
She'd been here multiple times before applying for a job, and though she wasn't sure about the other patrons, a girl with a big, squishy, sagging belly full of femcum turned her on like no one's business. Maybe that was just her thing as a lesbian, but then there were plenty of others like her who would enjoy that.
 
So Britney sat in her reinforced chair, relaxing as her mother's movements stopped, obviously her orgasm rather than demise, and then eventually her form began to fade. Britney's titanic stomach slowly began to shrink, and she focused her mind as hard as she could.
 
Her mother had always had no problem making sure prey went entirely to her boobs or butt, but Britney, even when focusing hard, still felt a slight swelling in her breasts. Regardless, she was successful enough to feel quite a bit of mass growing underneath her, raising her up just a touch as her mother became ass fat. Britney'd never been a large girl back there, but now she'd surely have a jiggly bubble butt.
 
Eventually her ex-mother Shelly was little more than a more comfortable seat, excepting the small amount left of her in Britney's colon. Britney stood, currently already naked, and squatted down, slowly squeezing out a pink pile of waste. She'd either come on it herself later or have someone else do it, she was due on stage any minute now and didn't want to make a bathroom run. So her mother's remains were sludged onto the floor of her dressing room, steaming and misting away.
 
Britney quickly threw on her lingerie, a new sized bra and panties, and a transparent nighty she wasn't likely to keep on long during the show. A knock at the door just about when she expected it was all the notice she got that she was due on the pole.
 
Britney gave her hair one last touch up, composing herself and thinking about her family, and how sexy she'd become because of them. She opened her door, headed down a relatively short section of hall, and pushed curtains aside, sauntering into the stage lights and up to the pole she'd practiced hard on.
 
She wondered how the crowd was going to like her splashing her father all over them...
 
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Jenny was suddenly swung around, barely staying upright as she was slammed into a brick wall, barely avoiding hitting her head, which was then also pressed against the wall by the palm of a hand on her mouth.
 
She knew she shouldn't have been out this late at night on such a seedy road. She just knew it! And yet she'd gone out to visit her boyfriend regardless, addled by the beautifully warm night and her honeymoon phase devotion. Now she was dead or robbed blind, and she couldn't help but assume the second. She screamed through the hand, hoping anyone could hear her. Oh goddess, she didn't want to die!
 
"Shush!" The girl that had pinned her to the wall put a finger over her lips. "Shut up, you pussy, I'm not gonna murder you, I just need a meal."
 
Jenny cut off in the middle of her scream, really looking at the girl now that her eyes had adjusted to the dark alley. It was a teenager, somewhere around sixteen or eighteen, in scraggly clothes, with her kinky dark brown hair tied back in a messy, uneven braid. Her skin looked tan and a touch pinkish. Either she tanned ridiculously well or she was american indian.
 
"I haven't eaten in a day and a half, be a dear and let me eat you?" She continued, her tone still harsh, either frustrated or just plain rude.
 
"Mmf...!" Jenny began to yell at the girl, but she then took a deep breath. The girl just wanted some food, she wasn't going to kill her. Well, her digestive process wouldn't exactly leave Jenny alive if she let the girl eat her, but she wasn't going to get her throat slit or something similarly unpleasant. Jenny slowly raised her hands up to face the girl from where they'd been clutching the wall in panic, indicating she wouldn't scream."
 
"Thank you." The girl said, still not relaxing. She let go of Jenny, who took a good long breath again and rubbed her left shoulder blade where it had hit the wall.
 
"That was extremely rude, miss. I don't think I want to be eaten by a girl who can't just ask me politely." Jenny was only twenty-nine, but that she was more than old enough to feel she could lecture the girl. There were plenty of people she could have just walked up to and asked to be a meal, but she'd had to assault her.
 
"Please, lady, look at me, I'm starving. I don't even like human that much, but I'm hungry as hell. Half of people just pass me by. The only weight I got on me's from turning my parents into tit fat." Her tone was frustrated for sure, though there was a little bit of desperation in it. Not the desperation of someone who would die that day without food, but certainly the desperation of someone whose stomach was beginning to have hunger pains. The girl wasn't emaciated, but she was definitely bony, excepting her chest, which was only kind of sizable. Jenny probably could see her ribs if she took her shirt off, which she would if... Jenny bit her lip and considered for only a moment or two.
 
Jenny sighed. "Well... Look, if you can head into that apartment complex and crap me in front of room 207, and..." Jenny unclipped her purse, pulling out her driver's license, "throw this on top of the pile, then I guess you can have me. Also, I'd like you to promise to not force people to be your food in the future." She explained, setting her purse down and taking off her shoes. "I'm sure whence you have my savings, you'll be able to afford decent food, and even save up for a place if you spend wisely. "
 
The hungry girl nodded and licked her lips, obviously fine with Jenny not stripping. She opened her mouth wide and Jenny leaned over, putting the crown of her head onto her teeth. She then began to push and stretch open around Jenny's blonde ponytailed hair, licking her forehead appreciatively. She continued downward as Jenny crossed her arms under her generous chest. Generous, alright. Maybe Jenny should have just eaten her for being so rough with her. But the girl was hungry, and Jenny could make sure she wasn't again. Well, if she spent her money right.
 
She just went along with the ride, her face squeezed through a dark and slimy tube, the rest of her following, though still clothed. Eventually she reached an especially tight section and the crown of her head was released into a small chamber that she also stretched out. Slowly Jenny's whole body had the two rings of flesh of the girl's mouth and sphincter pass over it, down to her bare feet, which experienced the slimy tube as her face had. She was generally soaked in juices, whether just the saliva she'd just been slid through for a few minutes straight, or the equally slimy digestives she was sitting in a pool of. Jenny eventually curled into a fetal position, her head still immersed in the viscous liquid. She held her breath, not even feeling discomfort despite the fact that she was slowly suffocating.
 
Slowly she began to feel like her clothes were becoming more waterlogged and her skin felt stickier to them, though only after a minute she began to feel her body begin to weigh on her softening neck and head. After only five minutes and her ears being consumed by loud gurgles and rumbles, her neck and head gave way and squished.
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Tera sat and rubbed her already softening tummy, licking her lips. Though she enjoyed the taste of a girl like anyone else, she loved clothes too. Not that she'd tell anyone at school, people would think she was weird. Then again, she was pretty weird when it came to vore.
 
"The 'poor and haven't eaten' strategy. Works way too often." She said, pressing her hand into her stomach. With a shifting and sliding feeling as the mass squished around, she slowly pushed through all of the ex-woman's mass, feeling her belly's smooth skin squash and form to her hand. She was still drooling with the taste, but the best part was yet to come. Tera waited another five or six minutes, until her belly was filled with liquid person and clothes, then stood, opening up her shirt and pulling off her pants to reveal her commando crotch and bare chest.
 
Tera flexed every muscle in her belly and throat, straining as she tilted her head back and looked to the dark city night sky. She heaved once, feeling her muscles begin to agree with her intentions, twice, feeling the clothes begin to make their way up the sphincter. Three times, a feeling that caused her to lay back against a wall and play with her nethers began to build up in her throat. Finally, she gave a burping, retching sound, and pink goo began to flow from her gaping mouth.
 
It was a bit more liquidy than slurry commonly was, but that's what let her do this, her favorite thing like ever. She was vomiting up all the liquid remains of the girl she'd eaten, the liquid burbling and splurting up from her throat, filling and overflowing her open mouth, and flowing down her chin and cheeks, her head tilted back at such an angle that none of her was spared. The liquid biomass streamed down her chest, soaked into her shirt, and dripped down her legs, staining her pink all over.
 
Tera certainly wasn't bulimic, that was seriously unhealthy. But she loved what her body was right now without gaining a lot of mass from eating entire people. Her breasts were just big enough to look huge on her frame, especially with how slender she was. The boys were into it, and so was she. And more importantly, she was really into this. She'd first dominated the woman, then convinced her she was no more than her food, then she'd just turned her into a liquid just to splash her all over herself and the ground. Tera was masturbating furiously by this point, teasing her clit and ramming a few fingers into herself at the same time.
 
Eventually, from the mouth down, Tera was soaked in pink slurry, standing in a pool of it that slowly dispersed, probably eventually headed for a drain pipe. Along with some of the juice Tera had added to it, having brought herself to a surprisingly silent orgasm. Now the clothes returned, making their way chokingly up Tera's throat until she was able to hack them up, garment by garment. The feeling turned her on too, especially spitting the clothes into the pool of what used to be the owner.
 
Now, however, fun was unfortunately over. She looked on her handiwork, the woman's fancy lingerie soaking her liquid form up slowly. She'd leave the clothes, Tera wore grungy stuff for more reason than just convincing people she was hungry. This girl was totally preppy, and her clothes matched that.
 
"'My parents are just tit fat', bitch who falls for that? I've seen girls ten times nicer than me who wasted their parents without a second thought." Tera mumbled, making her way back toward her very nearby apartment where she lived with her still surviving parents, making sure her feet made the loudest possible splashes in the liquid on the ground. She'd probably spend the next couple of days covered in slurry until it began to dry and disappear, then she'd take a shower and get some new prey. She loved the feeling of slickness, the stickiness of her clothes against her wet skin. Massaging her large, oiled up breasts, she considered having her herm mother fuck her crazy tonight, like she'd wanted to for a while now.
 
Jenny's driver's license sat, submerged in the slowly dispersing Jenny, unread.