Voretober 27: Next
 
 
“Next! Number 472!”
 
 
Barry checked his stub, confirming that it was his turn. He stood up and brushed off his pants, walking past the rows and rows of chairs. Some of them were occupied with other humans, one girl giving a small wave at him as he approached the door. Reaching it, he pushed it open and entered.
 
 
There was a table in front of him, a large woman sitting behind it. She didn’t look up as he approached, scratching on a piece of paper in front of her. Barry stopped at the desk, which came up to his chest, and waited.
 
 
The woman finally stopped writing and set her pen down, then leaned over the desk towards him, towering over him as she examined him. “Thank you for your patience, Mr Lewis. I had some extra paperwork thanks to the previous person.”
 
 
“No worries.” Barry said, shifting his feet. The woman smiled down at him and leaned back in her chair, picking up a different piece of paper and looking it over.
 
 
“You have paid for a Lamia experience, non-digestion with pet-play. I haven’t really seen this sort of combo before, most people just pay for a Lamia experience; maybe some dommy-mommy with it. Nice to see you are a man of culture.”
 
 
Barry looked at the paper, propping himself onto the table. The woman showed him the form, his handwriting marking off the ticks that she had just read. “I did want myself to be the dom, but I didn’t see the option for that on the paper.”
 
 
The woman chuckled, a low and musical noise. “I’m sorry that it isn’t on there, we found it kind of redundant because most of the people that come through here are all subs. But thank you for telling me, I know just the person for you.”
 
 
The woman leaned over and picked up a book that was sitting beside her. The same size as Barry, she casually opened it and flipped the pages with a finger, pursuing for a specific one. Finding it, she pinched the words on the page and drew it out, the name transforming into a tiny Lamia, which wiggled in her fingers and curled around her wrist.
 
 
“I can give you room 265, it has the toys you would want to use as well as a very comfy mass of throw pillows and blankets. I find that Naga’s and Lamia’s like that sort of environment, so I hope you treat Kelsy well.” The woman placed the book onto the desk and gestured to her side, a door appearing.
 
 
Nodding, Barry walked through the door, Kelsy being placed in a different entrance so that the size can be balanced. The woman closed the book and set it beside her chair, turning her attention to Barry’s file and picking up her pen again.
 
 
“Next! Number 473!” The magical voice said as the woman began to fill in Barry’s file, writing down what time he entered and how long he had paid for. The magical contract would tell the enforcers when time was up, leaving her to deal with the next customer.
 
 
The door opened and a small girl shuffled in, very timid as she closed the door behind her and looked around. Seeing her name as Nami, the large woman tapped her pen on the table, causing the girl to jump and then walk towards her, slowing down once she realized the size difference between them.
 
 
“Hello, Miss Busharadi.” The woman said, enjoying the look on the smaller girl's face. She looked down at Nami’s file, actually reading it this time and frowning. “You have an interesting file here…”
 
 
Nami shuffled her feet, looking away. “I-I’m sorry. I haven’t done this before. Nobody even knows that I like v...vore.”
 
 
“That would explain why your birthday says that you turned 18 a few days ago,” the woman said, smiling at Nami. “Decided to treat yourself once you became legal, eh? Most people would go out and get drunk, yet you decided to get dunked. I can respect that.”
 
 
Nami smiled to herself, tucking a lock of her short hair behind her. “Yeah… I guess it’s not that weird when talking to someone like you.”
 
 
“Miss Busharadi, I have a question for you about your form,” the woman said, turning it around and showing Nami what she wrote. “You filled out all of our legal requirements, but you didn’t check off any of our options. I would imagine a young girl like yourself would have fantasised about something, right?”
 
 
The woman leaned over the desk and peered down at Nami, who took a step back as her face got closer. “I-I just got overwhelmed,” Nami admitted, shuffling her feet. “There were so many options. Dragons, Naga’s, Slimes, it seemed like you guys had everything, I couldn’t decide.”
 
 
“To be fair, you have probably never done this before,” The woman said, standing up from her chair. Nami’s blanched, eyes almost popping out of her head as she realized that she barely made it up to the woman’s knees. The woman stepped around the desk, walking up to Nami and bending at the hip to get her face closer to her.
 
 
“Tell you what, instead of the usual paid service that we provide, how about I give you a first-time experience? It’s a simple thing, but it would be a good way to lose your Vore-ginity.” The woman said, smiling down at Nami kindly.
 
 
Nami stared up at the woman, her eyes flickering around as she considered the offer. Finally, Nami nodded slowly. “Okay, I think that could work. What is it?”
 
 
“Oh, it’s quite simple. I’ll eat you and because there is no obligation or time limit, you can leave whenever you want. However, if you want to stay, I only have a few hours left of my shift before I have to let you out and go home, so you would have until then. Sounds fair?”
 
 
Nami nodded, looking up at the woman’s large mouth. The Giantess smiled, reaching a hand out and gently gripping Nami on her torso, fingers wrapping easily around her frame like she was holding a doll. Raising her up above her head, the Giantess easily fit Nami’s feet in her mouth.
 
 
Nami squeaked, surprised by how quickly things were progressing, yet didn’t dare utter a word as the Giantess slurped her up to her hips. The Giantess enjoyed the aroused face of the girl, pushing her deeper in and closed her lips around her neck. She rubbed Nami’s hair for a moment, then pushed Nami all the way in, her throat bulging from the large load.
 
 
The giantess sighs, her belly wiggling as Nami adjusted to the tight enclosure. “I must admit, you are a very tasty girl, Miss Busharadi. I am glad I was able to be your first time. Now, enjoy your time there, I need to get back to work.” The Giantess said, walking back to the desk and sitting down, a hand on her stomach to stroke the girl.
 
 
“Next! Number 474!”
 
 
The Giantess picked up her pen, writing Nami as “Contained on Fortuna’s person, to be released upon request or upon timed expiry.” She expanded on the details as the next person threw the doors open and sauntered in.
 
 
“Just a moment, please,” Fortuna said, feeling Nami kicking in her stomach, trying to move around. Fortuna pressed a hand against Nami, forcing her to curl up again in a fetal position. She had forgotten that this was Nami’s first time and she didn’t know the proper prey edict yet. She would have to explain things to her after.
 
 
“Fortuna with a belly full of Prey? Never thought I would see the day again!”
 
 
Fortuna smiled as one of her regulars sauntered up, propping herself on her elbow once she reached the desk. The Dragon-girl was not quite Fortuna’s size, but reached her breasts when Fortuna was standing up. Putting down her pen, she fist-bumped her. “It’s been a while, Velora. How have things been, I’ve missed you.”
 
 
“Oh, you know, same old grind! Got a new job at the forges, so that is why I haven’t been able to pop in.” Velora said, laying her cheek on the table and letting out a sigh. “I just want to go into a food coma for a few hours, is there anyone I can digest?”
 
 
“Thankfully, we have a few. We have been attracting a lot of cruel preds once it became public knowledge that we can allow perma-death digestion of death-sentence criminals,” Fortuna said, picking up the book and flipping it open to the last page. “Do you feel like indulging today, or just the usual?”
 
 
“Do you even remember my usual?”
 
 
“Four humans, any gender. But you prefer the non-binary, not because of any taste difference, but because you feel fulfilled by eating them.”
 
 
“Bingo!” Velora said, flashing some finger guns at her friend. Fortuna returned the action and summoned the door, a dark read 666 at eye level. Velora opened it up a crack, releasing the cries of the damned and the gurgling of digestions. She took a deep breath, reveling in the noise and smell.
 
 
“Thanks, love! Enjoy your belly pet while you have them!” Velora said, stepping into the door. Fortuna could hear her greet her fellow preds as the door disappeared.
 
 
Fortuna patted Nami, who had seemed to have settled down. “Are you doing okay in there? I know that most people panic when confined to such tight quarters. But, I think you got used to it, cause you stopped kicking my liver. Dick move, by the way.”
 
 
Fortuna settled into the chair, realizing that Velora didn’t actually have a form for her to write on. Oh well, she was a well-respected and returning member, so she won’t get in trouble. Fortuna grunted, then covered her mouth as she let out a soft burp.
 
 
“Excuse me,” Fortuna commented, rubbing her stomach. “I guess it has been a while since I have eaten someone, sorry about that, Nami. Just remember, I can let you out whenever you would like to, all you have to do is signal me in some way, okay love?”
 
 
Fortuna didn’t feel a response from Nami, but felt her breathing which told her the worse didn’t happen. Judging by the rhythm, she might be falling asleep. Smiling to herself, Fortuna turned her attention to the next form on her desk.
 
 
“Next! Number 475!”