Sarah sits idle on her bed, sleepily scrolling through the internet on a small tablet, ready for bed, all while the rabble of the bi-yearly family reunion takes place upstairs. In a flowery patterned two piece night wear set, she looks up for a moment, then back down, passing her attention between the abundance of video thumbnails peppering the screen. After having her limited interaction with the group above, the drowsy late preteen skims through every browser and odd Youtube video she encounters. With a relatively raunchy search history, following the theme of trying loosely to discover a way to act out vore in reality, it was quite clear what the seed of late puberty had begun to enact in her puzzled head. Newly sprung hips sprawled their enlarged weight across the edge of the bed as her legs dangled downwards, hands pawing widely across a screen that was too large to fit them.
 Across the house and up a floor is Sarah's cousin, Chris, the under-enamoured nor flattering teenager, with a debatably dulled moral compass. Starting from against the wall, he sets an emptied red plastic cup on the stone countertop in the middle of the kitchen, heading off from between the two tables of politically interlocked discussions. With nothing better to do, Chris meandered downstairs, as to get away from all the commotion, setting down the carpeted stairs to a cool, broad living room. Fuelled to perpetuate no more conversation by his boredom, he sat down across the long sectioned couch, looking around, testing his ability to stay awake in the encapsulating sofa.
 Meanwhile, down the hall and one room to his right, Sarah gets up and stands tall towards her closet, whose sliding doors were adorned with tall mirrors. She turns 90 degrees one way, then to the other side, glancing up and down her own body. As she wasn't the slimmest girl, suffice to say, she noticed, and appreciated quite a lot, a neatly rounded bottom, which stuck out like a sore thumb, or rather a pair of them stuffed beneath an unlucky waistband of pajamas, too small now to fit her. However, she was more interested in how it looked as is on herself, rather than having an idea about how it would make an impression on people around her. To her, being rounded out by a growth spurt would help the light bit of paunch which sweetly pressed against the belly of her sleep shirt, perhaps contrasting its visibility when compared to the extra few humps of body showing up both above and below it.
 At the same time, Chris wanders about the hallway. The last time he was here, being a few years ago, the bathroom, he was sure, was the second door on the left. Assuming no one would be in there, he would have a cool, breathable space to settle down in the heat of the mid May weather. Coming up to the door, he twisted the old knob, pushing it open slowly and flicking on the light instinctively before realizing that he was not only in the completely wrong room, but intruding on Sarah's observations, at this point of her fat crested tummy, both hands on it as she turned her head around, seeing the embarrassed face of her unrecognized cousin.
 ".. Uh- Oh, Hey..! Do you need something?"
 Sarah was caught off guard, certainly in no position to be in conversation. She tucked her leggings up, stuffing her small, but thick layer of girl paunch beneath it, before giving a stretch with her arms reaching up high, yawning out loud.
 Chris on the other hand was both mortified at what he walked into, and how he could feel the slow, rising feeling in his pants, which he tactically tried to hide under the belt along his waist with his hands in his pockets. Not making eye contact, he looked away, awkwardly pacing his sight back at the girl at the other end of the room every few seconds. He had never met Sarah before, but knew well that if anyone saw him seemingly peeping about, he would need an excuse.
 "Oh.. I-.. No, I'm alright.. I'm just-"
 Sarah chirped in, cutting Chris off mid sentence. Since he was, at least to her, a completely unfamiliar face, she thought it well enough to ask a few questions.
 "It's okay!.. Hey, could'jya help me with something?"
 Chris fidgeted with both his expression and himself, looking down the hall anxiously and back at his cousin, who gave a puzzled look at his meek expressions. 
 "C'mon in! It's a bit weird.. But I kinda gotta try it out..-"
 Sarah reaches for the tablet while Chris shuffled into her room, closing the door behind him without thinking about it. She found an image she saved, holding the comparably large device in her hands, then showing it directly to the newcomer.
 "Its called 'Vore'-.. Its where you, like, you swallow a boy and-"
 Standing incredibly still, Chris peered dumbfounded at the screen, face to face with a drawing of a broadly breasted cartoonish woman with an abnormally large stomach, tight and indented along the shape of a human body inside. He didn't really know about it, but wasn't going to know much from her explanation either, as he was completely phased out of the complete shock of things happening in a short instance.
 "...- So, I wanna see if you can help me with that, it's kinda hard I think.."
 So far, Chris hadn't even said a word, simply going along with the ploy the small girl was devising in front of him.  As she set the tablet aside, thoughts about what could possibly happen next swarmed through his head. Ideas of her as that hourglass shaped girl with an engorged stomach, and how exactly she might try to get him inside. Before he had the chance to ask anything, even to question if it was possible, Sarah started off again. She lifted up her shirt a quarter, laying out her bloated tummy and showing it off to him.
 ".. 'Cause.. I got a big belly and.."
 She turned around a moment, slipping down the waistline of her pants a few inches to let the bulging rear slip out a little.
 "Like, I'm kinda gettin' big back here but I wanna make it bigger so my tummy doesn't look so much bigger, y'know?.. So, I might gotta eat'cha for that.."
 ".. Oh.. Uh-.. Yeah, I guess so..."
 Without a sliver of understanding, Chris played along in her game, not wanting to upset her, even though it was clear she was old enough to not be involving him in some imaginary game. She truly did believe this was something she could do, and what was worse, is how she seemingly didn't care about the idea of someone else's life being traded for ass fat, as Chris understood that digestion was most likely what she was pointing at here.
 "Soo.. Hmmmph..- How do I get you in here?"
 The round, oddly inviting stomach of Sarah's careened towards Chris as she turned back around, putting two hands on her layers in a similar vain to that of a pregnant woman. Chris, without a thought in the world, reached both hands out, resting them on the sides. The feeling of the warm, loose bodily bloating felt strangely satisfying, influencing him to hold one hand on the bottom of her guts and the other rested on the top, brushing a thumb across the front.
 "Its.. Well, very nice to say the least... But I think you might not be big enough to.. Uh.. Y'know, eat a whole.. Person...?"
 "... Oh-, Yeah.. Maybe.."
 With the dreams she had almost crushed in a moment, Sarah believed the words of the always more knowledgeable adults, or the almost adult boy in this case, wondering if her little steamy throat could handle an entire guy like him. However, another idea came to mind.
 "What if.. You, eheh.. Go in through, well, the other end..?.. Like-.. Like in here!"
 A little poke on her behind gave Chris a closer hint. After all this conditioning, he didn't seem to care all that much about what he was doing anymore. He wasn't hiding the throbbing state of his member or ignoring how a preteen girl just offered for him to squeeze up between her peachy bottom. To him, the intrigue of it all was too enticing, and the sweetness of the tone she gave was all too much to decline a little game with. Taking a deep breath, he stepped a bit closer, letting a hand pat atop her head, twirling a little through her hair, which seemed freshly out of the shower.
 ".. Eh-, Whatever you want, just.. Don't hurt yourself."
 "Oh, sweet! M'kay, now, just sit down for a bit.. Lemme see.."
 As Chris scuttled to the small twin size bed, he thought a moment about what he was doing, losing track as the weight of a several dozen pound ass and thighs planted themselves atop his lap. Wincing and reeling his arms back, he watched the pink flowery leggings strip off the girls legs, taking a second to realize that if they weren't on, his impatient rod was now sticking against the bare rear of his own naive cousin.
 "Okayy.. Now.. Gimme a sec'.."
 Sarah scooted around, rubbing up on Chris' cock with unaware pleasuring power, which broke his will to understand in half. Now settled on his back, he watched as the little peachy girl shuffled atop his chest, placing lightly her plentiful rear on top of his body, covering his peripheral with fat. The overwhelming emotions of intense passion begged him to feel every little inch up, but all he could do was hold her sides.
 "I'll.. Help you out there-.. Eh.."
 Each second, Sarah, who was peering down at him with a smirk, inched her blossoming behind up towards Chris' face, slipping down the stretchy white panties, bursting the cornucopia of ass fat and edging dangerously close. Chris' anxious hands grasped and groped at her stomach, knead ing up and down as his cock throbbed and grew more. Sarah was leisurely, patient and overall unalarmed by everything, instead planting her hands on the bed and lifting up. 
 "You ready? I am!"
 All Chris could do was nod, with a face full of preteen paunch. With that, her full weight pressed against him, his hands helping in settling her fine body on top of him and encasing his sight with the darkness between her wobbling cheeks. The second he felt himself slip inside, hearing the muffled moans and scoffs as Sarah struggled to fit him inside, his arms shot towards his sides, ripping off the belt from his waist and slathering his cock with the palms of his hands. With his shoulders engulfed, all his stroking did was helped slip himself further inside, shaking the little bed as Sarah's groaning guts filled out.
 "Oouf.. Thats.. Kinda too big.. Are you doing alright in there..?"
 Sarah wasn't expecting this to actually work, but didn't mind that it did. Her turmoiled tummy was stuffed with the shape of her cousin, as the lower half of his body, juiced out cock and all kept slurping inside. 
 Only 8 minutes after Chris had entered Sarah's room, she devoured him alive and now, as her ass planted on the bed, bare and sore, he was certain to never leave the room outside of meat on her thighs. A large, squirming tummy settled between Sarah's shaking legs. She struggled to pull back up her pajama leggings, which she carefully fit around the shape of her fragile ass, which was both thoroughly worn out and equally pleasured. Meanwhile, Chris thrashed and groped, prodding and stroking inside as Sarah's body worked him down.
 ".. Haah~.. Hmmngh.. Oough, thanks for helpin' me..!"
 Sarah's miniature hands slid across the surface of her guts, feeling the melty shape of her meal grind away, feeling her body refreshed and warm inside, despite the heavy, sloshing object being mulched up inside it. Sarah brushed her hands through her troubled hair, stretching and reaching her arms out, which subsequently squeezed and crushed more and more into her gurgling guts. Chris was in love. He could have made the girl his beloved sweet had she not began stewing him alive. Sarah felt more platonic about it, giggling and smiling down at the warm, bubbling mass, scooting about her position as a gushing feeling arose deep within her stomach, followed by a flowing of warmth in her chest. 
 Two hardened nipples bulged out of the forming hills of fat, all while her thighs began to stuff the leggings full. Her meal would certainly be bountiful in weight, prettying her form more than puberty could ever. The sloshing, slurping mass, which was once more active, now sat as a fat, blurbling mass of soup, churning as Sarah sloshed in around, entertained by its erratic, though rhythmic movements.
 Half an hour of broiling passed, as the preteen girls guts flattened into a fat bulb dressed in love handles. Between her thighs, a neat little camels toe rested beneath, her fat spreading all across her thighs and bloating up her chest, which gave a wonderful sight from above. She stood up, weary and weak, though once she saw herself in the mirror, she knew it was all worth it. 
 Long after everyone left, Sarah would tuck herself into bed. Her breath was hot, stomach steaming from the intense grinding away. With lightly chaffed thighs, the naive girl slept to the ambience of a digesting meal, whose car parked outside would remain uninhabited, so long as its owner had another place to reside within.