By: taylorfa
"I know!" you exclaim, trying to sound as clever as possible. "You say I'm tasty, right?"
"You don't have to look so smug about it," Samantha says.
"Well, what can we do to fix that?" Samantha looks at you, a twinkle gleaming in her eye, suddenly realizing how simple and effective your solution is.
"I know some terrible recipes," she laughs. "Meet me in the kitchen in a couple minutes, we only have an hour until the selection process so I'll try to find a quick one." She leaps out of the shower with far too much exuberance and turns around. Her eyes gleam with excitement, and you suspect that she may be falling for you too. "My belly says that she looks forward to seeing you again," she giggles, flashing off her gleaming white teeth, and all you can think about is how much you want to just leap into her mouth at that very second. As if she wasn't just trying to be cute, her stomach immediately growls longingly, and she scurries off blushing, leaving you there with cold water splashing around your face.
When you meet her in the kitchen later, she is pawing through a massive book. You glance at the upper margin. It reads "Eating Your Friends, Family, and Loved Ones: A Comprehensive Guide to Preparing the Best Meal." Clearly, you're still in the dorms of Vore High, if that ever left your brain, and you chuckle. On the enormous stove top with equally enormous burners is an equally massive sauce pan, which at this point remains empty.
"Get in, get in," she says pushing you towards the pan. You feel a little odd as you climb into the warm pot, but you sit down and brace yourself to be made into a dish like the food you are. "Usually we have the cooks prepare the initiates, and they like to make you as delicious as possible," she explains removing a massive plate from a cabinet. "Luckily for us, I happen to be 'friends'," using her fingers to make quotation marks just to further emphasize her sarcasm, "with the chef, on account of her loving how sweet I taste." She begins throwing a multitude of ingredients into the pot, liquids, herbs, and vegetables, no meat extra meat is needed, she made sure to mention, winking. "That bitch kept me in there for days, but she sure knows how to swallow," she recalled. "She likes to take you down nice and slow, and feet first. When she swallowed me (which was my first time) she just kept me there at my waist, me screaming and my feet kicking around in her wet belly. Her throat suddenly just started doing...something; it was like it was massaging my whole body. It was like her throat had hands of its own, and it began squeezing my ass together and bouncing it around. And there she was just smirking and grabbing at my chest like she owned it or something. My hands are in her throat so I can't really do anything but squirm and make it harder for her.
"So there I go, sliding down her throat, and she stops me right as my forehead hits her lips, and she just licks my lips like I was the one doing the eating. She licked 'em in the most sensual way, Jesus. Nothing to recall after that, besides that her belly was really tight and my face was smashed up into my own boobs. I swear she kept her belly tight like that on purpose. So there I was, trapped in there for however many days, and the whole time she just kept rubbing her belly and stretching out and doing all this weird shit. But really, she had the best belly I've been in, when I think about it." You see Samantha gaze off towards the door, but then she looks at you. "You enjoyed that story too much, didn't you," and she laughs again, allowing you to get glimpses of the back of her throat. You realize you're a little obsessed with being eaten right now, and try to focus on being the worst dish you can possibly be.
But you can't help but think about the chef and Samantha's story.
You jerk out of thought suddenly when you feel your body slide onto a plate, and you realize that you've somehow been hogtied. "Done!" she says "Now what should I add as the final flourish."
