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My Life as a Teenage Voraphile [resurrected story] - Page 597 - Continue the story with Kyla. - By NagaFood - Overview
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

Kyla woke up abruptly in a cold sweat. It had been a long night. She could not stop thinking about what she saw at school yesterday. She had always been attracted to Mary Anne, the head cheerleader, but yesterday was something else. She got to watch her ruthlessly chasing down prey, turn it into shit, and release it with a big grin on her face, and for some reason this show of dominance turned Kyla on to no end.

Mary Anne had the perfect body you would expect from a head cheerleader; a massive bust fed by a huge number of meals, and a huge, well-fed ass, all on a thin frame. Mary Anne was legitimately what you would consider curvy before fatties hijacked the term.

She ate so many people that she had the luxury of just randomly turning some of them into her crap without even bothering to steal away any nutrients from them if they pissed her off like that boy had yesterday.

As a cheerleader, Kyla too was very attractive, with a solid chest and toned, but smaller ass. Although she was outclassed by Mary Anne, she held her own compared to most girls.

With all this in mind, Kyla was both nervous and yet also optimistic that perhaps Mary Anne shared some of her attraction. Even though Kyla wasn't a perfect match for her looks-wise, she had not responded negatively to her yesterday. But then again, when dealing with preds, it can be hard to tell if they smile at you because they want to fuck you or if they want to eat you. Although both girls were vores, there were ways around the license if one really wanted to vore another. Kyla worried that she might not be able to resist her classmate if she tried to seduce her into being a meal, in which case holding a vore license would be irrelevant.

Whatever the case, there was no use in just lying there, so Kyla got up, showered, and then...
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