August 25th. 7:00 AM
 
 
Allie’s been an absolute pain since I ate her. Parts of her have been knocking through my guts for around a week since I ate that bitch. I’m hoping my next meal will train my gut to be a bit more thorough.
 
 
Speaking of, my next target, Kayla Cleveland. She's the art teacher's daughter, and a pretty damn good artist herself. We aren’t quite friends, but we’re friendly enough. She's got messy brown hair and some pretty good green eyes, well for now at least.
 
 
But anyways my plan. She's staying after school to work on some art thing. I couldn’t care less about what it is, but I know that there shouldn’t be anyone else there when she's working. That's when she’ll be mine.
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August 25th. 3:40 PM
I’m currently right outside of the art class, seems I was right. She's the only one in there. I looked through the door’s window and I saw her. She’s wearing about what I’d expect. Plaid jacket, baggy pants, and white shoes that she seems to have customized by drawing some anime character on them. I think they’re Gojo?
 
 
But anyways, she's painting some sort of big landscape. I think she's been working on it for a few months. I don’t do much art but it seems pretty impressive. Shame she won’t finish. Anyways, that's it for now, I think I’m going to go for it.
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August 25th. 3:50
URRRRRRRRRP
 
 
She went down even faster than Allie. She tasted a hell of a lot like strawberry, pretty good. Opened the door quietly, slipped behind her, and grabbed her. She tried to scream but before she knew it she was already curled up inside me before she could start screaming. Now I’m just in the art supply closet laying on my back and rubbing the huge bulge she's making. She's making a lot more noise than the last toilet clogger who went through. She keeps trying to punch at me, like I’ll throw her up.
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August 25th. 4:45
It's already been nearly an hour, and Kayla’s melted a lot more than Allie, but she's still trying to fight. I think I can feel her hands breaking upon my stomach wall. Judging by her wheezes, I don’t think she's even in one piece anymore. I’ve already coughed up all her clothes and will probably just throw them in the trash on my way home from school. Too slimy to salvage
 
 
My stomach seems to be the size of basketball now. She's gotten a lot softer as well, I can imagine that even just patting my stomach is pulling her flesh off. I don’t think she’ll last till the end of the hour. Hopefully she’ll stop trying to punch me before then.
 
 
Until then I’ve started humping what's left of her, damn she's been way better than my last one. I hope all meals are so interesting.
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August 25th. 5:30
She's finally gone. She flew through my guts in less than fifteen minutes, now she's stinking in my bowels. Even to the very end she was fighting. She was saying stuff like “LET ME OUT” and “I WON’T DIE”. It's pretty hot knowing that this morning she didn’t even have the slightest idea of being boyfood.
 
 
Shame that all her skills as an artist are being reduced to a brown lump. It seems Kayla even started adding to my figure. This time, she's gone straight to my ass. Now it feels pretty damn plump. Hoping Sabrina will like it the next time we go out.
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August 25th. 6:00
Her shit was a good bit worse than her digestion. Definitely lowering her score but not too much. She wanted to come out fast, and the bathroom was too far away for me to run. So, I used the first thing I could find. That big painting she was working on. I pulled it off the easel, and through it to the ground. I squatted over it, pulling down my sweatpants, and released my bowels.
 
 
She came out like diarrhea, pretty much a liquid. I don’t think there was even any bone left. She was just a liquid. Having an Idea, I started to move my ass around, making sure different parts of her new, brown form evenly splattered against the grand mountains, and drowning the sparkling trees.
 
 
Eventually, I was done and stood up, looking down at my masterpiece. Due to how liquid Kayla was, it almost looked like a really smelly brown paint splattered all over a landscape. I’m sure it could be seen as a form of modern art and sell for millions in a gallery somewhere.
 
I just stood up, put it back on the easel and left. Overall Kayla was a huge improvement to my last meal. Although I kind of rushed her a little, her taste was great and her struggles added an extra oomph to her finally breaking down. Her shit was unique, and I think her getting splattered all over the painting she cared so much for was a nice, ironic touch. But it didn’t have enough substance for me to truly enjoy it. Overall 6.4 out of ten. Definitely above average.
 
 
For my next meal I can’t decide. I’ve narrowed it down to two possible meals.
 
 
Option A: Addie. She's an extremely country girl. Pretty loud but short with some good dyed hair. I’m sure she'd be of much more substance than the artist. On top of that I did once catch her reading a vore story before, so she might be into it.
 
 
Option B: Scarlette. She's got pure natural born ginger hair and seems to make it her entire personality. She's loud and confrontational, and always seems to be getting into drama. Despite that she's got a good body, and I’m sure once she'd eventually be broken down into waste she'd be pretty soft.