It seems rather strange to think of a time when vore was not an active part of our world.
 
Only mere centuries ago, tales were spread throughout the lands of devilish beasts, taking forms of lustful women that seduced the weakest of men and devoured them whole, leaving few alive to tell their tale and entice the bravest of fools to challenge their reigns, only feeding them more.
 
Soon these beings made themselves known, swiftly taking control of civilization to suit their own desires of fabulous wealth and immense gluttony. Royal families of preds were established, ruling large queendoms and empires for generations. Of course, some of these matriarchs witnessed their power fall with time, either through violent rebellion or through peaceful transitions of power as their prey began to demand rights and freedoms, something, having heard of violent overthrows of monarchs before, most queens were happy to accept.
 
Now it is the present day; of the Earth’s population, only 1% of women are born with predator’s blood within them, a predator’s stomach. Of course, most women possess this “predator’s gene”, and, with some training, may come to possess the power that comes with being a true alpha among mankind. With that power, of course, comes limitations: dozens of government records and files informing authorities where preds are, who they are, who they eat, etc. If a recognized predator moves into an unsuspecting neighborhood, they must either allow federal officers to alert nearby civilians to their presence or do it themselves door-to-door. Every measure has been taken to accommodate these former queens of the world in integrating them with the lives of ordinary people.
 
But something has been happening in recent decades:
-Less and less men are being born every generation.
-Innate sexual gravitation towards “vore” has become stronger than in the past.
-More and more predators are finding themselves in places of power, sometimes as leaders in world governments.
 
It’s almost like we’re evolving... to serve them.
 
Could this be our place? Was it always our purpose to feed these gluttonous women? Have we been denying our true fate as food for these inhuman monsters for cen-
 
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Sophomore Molly Riley was cut off from her reading mid-sentence as she lifted into the air and forced down the throat of the assistant librarian Cortisha Dixon, who swallowed her down despite her protests in only a few seconds flat.
 
“I told you we closed at 10:30; don’t say I didn’t warn you!”, Cortisha said as she rubbed over her monstrous gut, its prisoner’s kicking and screaming being muffled by the thick, blubbery hide that the pred had spent years of eating to cultivate.
 
Cortisha loved working the closing shift, particularly because it let her strut around the building butt naked, getting the chance to show off the obese Black body that loved so much without any flirtatious looks (not that she minded those looks, of course). She loved the way her large, somewhat saggy breasts complemented her darker skin tone, with white milk consistently dribbling from her chocolate brown nipples; she loved the way her fatty gut hung almost to her knees, wobbling around this way and that and giving her prey a little more of a challenge; she loved the way her fat, cellulite-ridden ass jiggled with every step she’d take, tantalizing any willing prey girls behind her into begging to add to it; yes, she was quite the hottie if you ask her, and part of it was thanks to the recent enforcement policy of the library’s closing time of 10:30.
 
Of course, in reality it was only 10:20; Cortisha had been reading the clock wrong for about a week or so, but since she was the only one who worked night shifts, none of the other staff was ever around to correct her. Poor little Molly Riley was the fourth girl this week to be eaten by this faulty timescale, and judging from how hesitant her captor was about getting new reading glasses, she certainly wasn’t going to be the last.
 
The large pred began to leave before her foot hit something on the ground; she leaned down and found that it was the book that the girl had been reading. To be more specific, it was a weathered, leather-bound copy of The Man Made of Meat by Irma Daugherty; official copies of the book had been rather rare to the public not long after the notoriously outspoken author had disappeared not soon after the book’s publication. Yes, the book shook modern society to its core, critiquing just what it meant to be prey, to be a pred, and whether this kind of life was really the best for humanity; critiques the more powerful preds of the world didn’t take too kindly to, banning it in several countries and most likely sending the elusive author to a very jiggly fate.
 
Of course, Cortisha didn’t know it was that particular book; what, with her missing glasses and all. If only she knew that her glasses was amongst the many pieces of clothing that were spread throughout the digested remains of last week’s girlfriend; maybe that’s why she was so resistant about being eaten... Oh, well; she was ass fat and the glasses were too, so there was certainly no getting them back anytime soon.
“Dang students bringing in books from home...”, she said as she lifted the book above her head and dropped it into her mouth to join its apparent owner; the library had enough books, why would this one be so important?
 
“Talk about getting into reading.”, she said as she felt the rectangular bulge move down her throat before it splashed down into her gluttonous stomach.
 
“Enjoy it while you can!”, the obese woman said, chuckling at her own joke and patting her stomach as she slowly walked back to her abused chair behind her work desk.
 
Of course, her prey wasn’t listening to a word she said; her food’s priorities tended to change as soon as they fell into the stomach of the gluttonous girl, and this snack was no exception. Instead of caring for the precious book that followed her into the librarian’s stomach, Molly pounded and cried at her fleshy prison, desperately trying to escape her inevitable fate as just another snack.
 
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After a few minutes of typing away at her computer’s archaic keyboard, it was time for Cortisha to lock up.
 
The large woman waddled her way towards the double doors, every inch of her body fat wobbling back and forth with every step she took. The girl she’d eaten around closing time had already settled down and begun to digest, along with the precious book that she’d brought alongside her. Soon she’d be amongst the remains of everything else the pred had eaten today, including:
-A brace-faced Girl Scout who’d come to her doorstep to sell cookies this morning, completely oblivious to Cortisha’s “You eighteen?”, which she answered yes to with an adorable smile...
-A very sporty MILF at the grocery store who seemed rather flattered when Cortisha told her how superb her ass looked in her tight gym shorts...
-A trouble-making student at customer service who’d come to return a book late but refused to pay, as well as her friend who’d thought it wise to try and stop the “payment” process...
-And the newest custodian, Black like herself, who’s ass looked much too good in her uniform to pass up as she walked past Cortisha in the break room, even though she was still digesting the two troublemakers (Cortisha ALWAYS had room in her stomach for an ass that bounced like that!)
 
Yes, the young student was already joining these women as pounds upon pounds of meat-packed sludge that filled her intestines, eager to spread itself throughout her body as even more pounds of blubbery fat. Would she be remembered as a funny, studious girl destined for great things? Well, with daily additions of more than five people a day in Cortisha’s diet, it seemed highly unlikely.
 
*BUUOOORRP*
 
“Ooh, boy!”, Cortisha said as she patted her fat stomach, licking her lips as she knew such a hearty belch only meant that her gluttonous gut was finished with its last meal and was ready for more.
“All that digesting is making me hungry! I better get me a little late night snack before I get myself some sleep.”
 
Of course, Molly had already been digested for quite a while. Her petite frame stood no chance at resisting the pred’s ravenous stomach, reducing her to a soupy, bone-ridden mess filtering through her intestines within only an hour or so. Soon, she’d be joined by the chubby Asian predator who owned the local 24-hour donut shop, along with a dozen of her donuts and her teenaged daughter who looked up from her phone just in time to see her mother disappear past Cortisha’s painted lips before the pred would decide to pack it in for the night, only to start the gluttonous process all over again tomorrow with a shortstack of a barista for breakfast, a lanky cheerleader at the bus stop, a friendly school athlete looking to turn in her late book, the school slut and her fellow bimbo of a friend looking to turn in their late books, and a trio of freshmen she’d catch studying after “closing time” for a big test they’d have the next day.
 
Cortisha didn’t think much of this kind of diet; she was a big girl, and big girls have GOTTA eat, no matter whoever or whatever may be standing nearby. She wasn’t a manipulative bitch like other preds were; some might say she’s actually a pretty nice girl if most of her friends weren’t busy lining her stomach after a week of knowing her.
 
As for Molly, if she wasn’t currently helping to pad out Cortisha’s fat, jiggly ass, she might’ve found it somewhat ironic that a girl reading on the power of predators would experience such power firsthand.