Emily’s house is very recognizable because of her elaborate garden outside; the secret to which is her own “natural fertilizer”. She’s only 18, but she’s been living in her own house for as long as you can remember; she inherited the house from her unlicensed mother when she digested her shortly after she turned 13. Emily actually ate all of her family members; eating her dad and her older brothers at a very young age. She’s never really had very many lasting relationships with people that didn’t end with her digesting them. She’s always just been that obsessed with vore.
Even though she’s still in high school, Emily manages to live on her own just fine. She doesn’t need a lot of money for meals given her diet, and she’s actually managed to build a small fortune with the cash from the guys she eats.
Because of her garden, she keeps her back yard fenced in. It really is an impressive yard full of beds of exotic plants. There’s no grass, just planting beds filled with various flowers and other plants, all fed by her natural fertilizer, and a brick path winding through the garden. You hop the fence, careful to land on the pathway and not on any of the fertilizer. The odor, while strong and clearly identifiable as being the odor of waste, is strangely no longer offensive to you. Back when you two were dating you helped Emily with her garden a lot, which meant handling a lot of her waste. You always found it to be a strange mix of horrifying, morbid and bizarrely erotic, but for some reason having you play with her scat always got her hot.
You think for a while about how this backyard garden of hers is in many ways a mass graveyard, and even begin to estimate how many bodies she must consume to create this much “fertilizer.” You think about how you were certain at one point that you’d become a part of this garden one day. Maybe you still will be…
You stiffen in your jeans as you finally reach her back door. You twist the knob and let yourself in like she said.
“Hello?” you call out.
“Hey. I’m in here” She calls from another room. You follow her voice while you keep talking.
“Your garden looks great.” you say.
“Thank you.” She says giggling from the living room. “The plants have been getting a lot of food lately.”
“It shows.” You say. “Thank you so much again for letting me hide out here.”
“It’s nothing.” She says. You turn in to the living room and she’s…
