You’re walking beside your tour guide, a beautiful girl who met you at the university gates with dark cherry-colored hair that shines red in the sunlight. Her chest is so heavy and full that it makes it hard to keep your eyes forward. She smiles warmly whenever you glance at her. Every so often, her hand brushes against your back, gentle but firm, like she’s keeping you close.
The campus is overwhelming. The buildings are massive, gothic, and modern all at once, spires piercing the sky, glass windows glittering like jewels. Students cross in groups, laughing, chatting, and relaxed. Yet your nerves only worsen with every step, because almost every girl you pass has a swollen belly. Some are modestly rounded, like they’ve overeaten. Others are enormous, distended to the point of wobbling as they walk. You swear you saw a face stretch out of one of the girl's stomachs.
You try not to stare, but your eyes keep darting back to those bellies. Your guide notices. She chuckles softly. “Beautiful campus, isn’t it?” she asks, her tone smooth.
“Y-yes,” you answer, forcing your eyes away from another girl lounging by the fountain, her belly bulging with restless movement. Your guide’s hand rests on your shoulder, steadying you as you walk beneath towering arches and across marble courtyards.
At last, she brings you to the grand courtyard at the heart of the school. Statues of women loom tall, their stone eyes gazing down as if judging. Your guide stops and turns to face you. Her smile widens, revealing the faintest glint of teeth. “So,” she says, voice dripping with amusement, “Do you wish to attend this University?”
Your throat is dry. You think of the massive halls, the strange girls with their swollen stomachs, the sheer size of the campus. Nervous as you are, something inside you still says yes.
“I… I do.”
“Then you must take the entry exam.”
Before you can ask what she means, she opens her mouth wide. You barely manage a gasp before her lips engulf your head. The heat of her breath washes over you as her throat grips and pulls you deeper inside of her. She swallows hard, and your shoulders vanish past her lips.
You kick and flail, but her hands grip your sides, guiding you smoothly down. Another gulp, then another, and the world becomes slick, wet darkness. You slide fully into her, her throat rippling around you, pulling you into the waiting chamber of her belly. The space is tight, hot, and wet. Every breath is heavy with humid air, the walls squeezing and shifting around your body. You hear the muffled thrum of her heartbeat, the gurgle of fluids, the distant echoes of laughter and conversation as she continues walking the campus with you sealed inside of her.
At first, you panic, pressing against the soft walls, but over time, the rhythmic squeeze and release of her body lulls you. The sounds outside blur with the pulsing within, and against all reason, you drift into a strange calm.
When evening comes, her body tenses. Muscles ripple upward. With shocking force, you’re pushed back the way you came, expelled onto the cool grass of the courtyard. Coughing, drenched, you look up to see her standing over you with her beauty undiminished.
She smiles sweetly. “Congratulations,” she says, her voice like velvet. “You’ve passed the entry exam. Welcome to Vore University.”
Tags: vore, same-size vore, enlarged belly, same-size prey, female pred
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Story by Glopez11 |
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Artwork by Rosita Amici |
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