You Had Thought Youd Regret Giving Him A Second Chance, But Washing Up You Convinced Yourself Those Fears

You had thought you’d regret giving him a second chance, but washing up you convinced yourself those fears were overblown. Tonight he had behaved himself like a perfect gentleman, putting courtesy and chivalry in place of his usual toxic competitiveness. It finally happened, you thought, he was a changed man. Why he even ordered just a personal pan, when he usually would’ve gotten three family sized and turned the date into an eating contest.

You dry off and return to the table, when

OH MY GOD!?

“What?”

“What did you do?”

“I’m just enjoying my meal, very filling.”

“Knock that stupid smile off your face, that’s gotta be a deadly sin!”

“Not once at University of Notre Dame did they mention the commandment that ‘thou must not eat thine hunk pizza waiter’”

“What about Murder!?”

“Someone’s jealous they won’t get to settle in my belly for another 3 weeks”

Here’s a question many who are not familiar with vore ask: Is it legal? Is eating another human being legal? Well, yes and no.

First of all there’s the states in Orange. These four states protect the right of predators in their constitution and therefore any regulation whatsoever is illegal with the exception of age. In Florida each municipality sets their own age while Texas and Wyoming set this age at 13; Nevada is at 18. In practice this only matters if an adult eats a minor, since minors can not be charged with any vore related crimes in these states.

In the red states, provinces & territories there exists no such laws specifying legality either way aside from barring adults from eating minors under the age of 18 (again minors can eat whoever).

In the blue states and provinces vore is legal if and only if consent is given. In practice this doesn’t actually do much of anything, though since, due to a controversial Supreme Court ruling, the burden of proof is on the prey. Almost always the prey can not testify due to the obvious and their family can almost never prove for certain that the prey did not give any form of consent. Because of this predators are only ever charged if they are an adult and eat a minor, or if there is a great struggle in a public place and there are many witnesses. Even still, joining a frat house, wrestling match or even stepping foot inside certain casinos legally qualify as giving consent, so it’s important to read the fine print and pay attention to signs. If you somehow did get charged it would be a kidnapping charge, even if you fully digest them.

Finally there’s the green state of Utah. Utah has an old law on the book saying that only Mormons were allowed to vore and that nobody could eat a Mormon, however, before you pack up and move to SLC for the unlimited feast and protection from voracious neighbors, this law doesn’t really do anything in practice besides barring people from voring on LDS property.

Stay safe & Happy Voring!

This is the last thing you’ll ever see. In a flash everything goes dark and you’re halfway down his gullet before you realize what’s going on. You were in a serious relationship, moving up at work and even settled your student debt. Funny how life works. You work your tail off for a decade and when you finally have things pretty good you wind up some guy’s lunch.

We open in a park with two high school seniors. They know each other, but aren’t exactly what you’d call friends, just aquaintences.

(I don’t own the image)

Tommy: Wait, so you’ll let me do it then!

Brandon: Yep!

T: Thanks, but you sure?

B: Yes, I just have one quid pro quo; one thing I want off the bucket list.

T: Sure, what is it?

B: I want to eat someone.

T: No that’s ridiculous, it’s much more efficient if I ate both of you.

B: Yeah, but you’re gonna help me do this.

T: Or I could just force you down now.

B: No you can’t because you won’t dismiss a willing prey, sure the hell not when you’re dying to know what it feels like to consume a Pred with his own guy kicking around in there.

T: You’re right, let’s do this!

Poor Jon didn’t know what was happening until it was too late.

(Tommy [left] will consume Brandon [right] a few hours later)

It had been a long day at the bank. You had only worked there for the last couple months, but had already made more than all your college jobs combined. To celebrate that milestone you had used your newfound saving to get a brand new bright Orange mustang. It had been your dream, and there you have it, at just 25. You picked it up rather unceremoniously the night prior from the dealership and had only driven it to home and then to work in the morning. Though traffic meant you didn’t break 10 mph the whole gruel to work, you somehow didn’t mind. It was a Friday and you’d finally earned a long weekend with your new sports car.

Walking out there’s a hot pair of sunglasses standing next to your beauty.

“That yours?”

“Yeah, just got it yesterday!”

“I always wanted a mustang. This is my first chance to get one new.”

That response seemed a bit odd, but you decide to give the dealer’s info

There’s a flash and the weirdest sensation comes over you. It takes a moment, but you realize why you had to get a hefty life insurance policy before getting the car.

He didn’t like it, but he refused to show it. Despite trying his very hardest the last 4 years it ultimately didn’t matter, ‘cause there he was, sliding into the star freshman. He couldn’t really complain too much, for he had been on the other end of this not too long ago. Easily two dozen or so former players had ended their high school careers in his intestines, so it was only fair he’d have the same fate. Still a bit bittersweet, though. I’ll never understand why he went through with it. I mean he could’ve easily flipped the table and even have a fighting chance of taking on the team, but he didn’t. He dearly wanted to live, but to him there was something with more value than life: honor. I’ll never begin to comprehend his decision, but a part of me has to respect the guy.