The Vore Goddess

Chapter 1 - Humble Beginnings

No one ever tells you when you'll slip over the edge. For one moment, you're at the peak, staring down below at all you have achieved over your life, all the people you've associated with, all the schooling you tore through just to make it out, dodging bullies, abusers, aggressors of all forms, most aiming to take you down before you reach the top. I was at that top - senior in high school, full ride to college, division one athlete. I could swim like a dolphin while writing novels as essays for English. I had a boyfriend who loved me, family who proudly championed my accolades to others, friends who knew how to have fun and loved me to bits. I was at the TOP. But, for whatever reason, despite your best moves and your gifted agility, someone kicked the rock you were standing on, and you wind up tumbling into the ravine below.

"Babe, we don't have to do this" he said in a soft warm tone. His shirt was off, somewhere in the corner of my room, his pants hung over my desk char. What stood before me at the base of my bed was me was my boyfriend of one year, clearly aroused by what he saw in front of him. It wasn't much - I was topless, simple white boy shorts on. "But I want to" I whisper as I eye his body, young and chiseled from years of swimming sessions and grueling workout routines. I imagined I looked pretty alright myself, swim practices produce the sexiest people I thought to myself. I was anxious, clearly not focusing on the statement, his apprehension. But it was right THERE, in his boxers, I could see it. Who was I to deny when we were so close to the first time. "Can we... just start slow?" He smiled and got on his knees on the bed in font of me, "The standard kissing then?" I nod, swallowing my anxiety, how do people do this? Their first time? I mean it WAS about time... I was a college junior.

He leaned in and gently caressed my face, kissing my cheek. Slowly, as if he was mapping out the details of my nervous grin, he moved his kissing to my lips. Suddenly, we were intwined. Legs wrapped around legs, arms ensnared in an embrace, lips met in the middle and parted to allow tongues to touch. This rush of adrenaline drove me mental, as our remaining clothes slipped away into the void. I felt him against me, anxious and ready. He suddenly pulled himself on top of my body and pried my legs open, aiming his member straight between my spread legs. I felt something, a haze clouding my vision. Bliss? Excitement? No, this wasn't right. I didn't want this; I should stop him. "Stop." I whispered. Louder. "Babe, wait..." He pulled himself in close and I saw the look of excitement in his face melt into animalistic hunger. He was gone, what do I do. I felt him touching my vulva with his erect penis, preparing to dive. Take him down a voice in my head echoed. The haze got heavier, I lean my body back and yield, I wanted this over with. My eyes got cloudy; I lost sensation in my limbs. His grip tightened, leaning into my face, as he whispered in my ear "I can't wait to eat you up." My stomach... groaned. Not if I eat you first.

I woke up in my bed, confused as to why the sun was setting, and why it was so quiet. By now the cats would be bothering me for their dinner, my boyfriend would be either next to me or whipping something up in the kitchen for us to eat. Eat... I thought to myself, I'm hungry by now typically. Suddenly, I hear a deep moan fill the room, followed by a slosh. Water? I sat up and was met with a pain in my abdomen, searing through my stomach. I felt like bursting. The fuck? I say I throw off my blankets and reveal something which I never thought would be possible. My belly was huge - and by huge, I mean massive. It stretched out before me, light rumbles and groans emanating from deep within. Absolutely covered in vivid stretch marks.

Holy fuck I think to myself, how did this happen?! I ran my hands over the skin, feeling how taut it was, observing the multitude of stretchmarks across its broad surface. My head hummed wine energy.

BUMP. Something moved... BUMP. A... HAND? "Holy fucking shit!" I scream as the shape of a hand outlined by my flesh appeared and disappeared underneath my rotund stomach. It all came back to me - my boyfriend, my hesitation, the VOICE. No... it wasn't a voice, it came from my head, within me. " Not if I eat you first..." I whisper as I run my hands over my pronounced stomach, feeling its contents shift and move. The stomach emitted a low glow. Over the next few minutes, movement within the great gut slowed and halted. I shakily swing my legs over the edge of the bed, standing up and adjusting to my new 150lb belly. For fucks sake, it reached for the floor. It already began to shrink, which I chalked up to digestion. "How did he... fit..." I ponder as I look upon my form in my mirror. BURP, I belch and pat my belly. "How the fuck am I going to explain this, he's gone... in me. He won't be at school; his car is parked at my house!" Fuck, I thought to myself, my saving grace right now is the fact that I'm house sitting for a neighbor, and his mom probably won't come looking for him for quite a while. Why was I not so upset about this? I killed and ATE my long-term boyfriend! I sat back down on the bed and stroked my belly, hearing its gentle sloshing as I push it back and forth. It hung down to my knees, and completely ruined my athletic body.

KNOCK KNOCK, I hear someone at the front door from my room. Shit, not like this. I grab the largest hoodie I had, put it on over my hanging stomach, and rush to the door. My gut had other ideas, hanging out the bottom of the 3XL hoodie, revealing itself as I opened the door to a tall figure dressed in a red and black lace hourglass dress. Her hair was rich reddish brown and curly, with hazel eyes peeking out over a pair of black sunglasses. Her pale skin presented warmness, but her smile was that of a predator's - white, clean, and well-kept, her favorite asset evidently. With a buttery chuckle and that predatory smile, she asked "So, my dear, what's for dinner?"