Vore story chapter 1

WARNING: Contains vore, child vore, and those things…
Fore note: Just so you know, the story starts off with it being in the characters point of view.



“Alright, so you wanted to know, this is how it happened, it all started a few years back when I was babysitting for a couple one night…”   (Dramatic Transition)  “Alright have a nice night Mr. and Mrs. Jones!” she called out as the car pulled out of the driveway.  She turned back toward the house and muttered “I hope they do, because I’ll be living in hell for the next four hours” and she reluctantly walked inside.  Jocelyn closed the door behind her and went to the kitchen, Jocelyn was a pretty girl, she was twenty six, and fairly tall, about 6 feet.  She had a pretty face with deep green eyes and a friendly smile.  She had light brown hair that reached a quarter of a foot past her shoulders with the tips dyed a darker brown.  Her skin was fairly tan, as it was the middle of summer, and her breasts were, roughly DD’s.  She barely had an hour glass figure, for her bust and waist were wider than the rest of her, but not by a lot, and she weighed approximately 147 pounds. She was not fat by any means, but she wasn’t muscular either, an even combination of both, with neither proving to be too prominent.  At the time, she happened to be wearing yoga pants (oh, YOGA PANTS!) and a bright purple tight spaghetti strap top.  Overall, she considered herself quite attractive and was satisfied with how she looked.  To talk about her personality though, she’s a nice and caring person, but if the option comes to her where she can benefit from something to the severe (or fatal) disadvantage of someone else, she could care less about what happened to them, regardless of who they are.  The kid’s whom she was babysitting were 5 and 2, quite young, but the five year old already was a cheeky little bugger.  Jocelyn does not take kindly to cheeky little buggers, but, what could she do about it.  So, for the first two hours of the evening, she cooked dinner for the kids, dealt with the five year old the best she could and was cradling the two year old in her arms as instructed to put him to sleep.  She started walking downstairs to put him in his crib when she slipped down face first.  The first thing that went through her mind was “F*ck, I’ll never get this kid to shut up”.  With her arms in front of her still holding the child, and her body basically prone and sliding down the stairs at a clipping rate, someone was bound to get hurt.  As she closed her eyes and hoped that the kid in front of her would take the brunt of the impact of the rapidly approaching bottom of the stairs, her wrists hit the floor first, shoved the toddler toward her face and into her open mouth.  The impact was great enough that it left her with her hands in her mouth and the child halfway down her throat.  It took her a moment to orient herself and understand what was happening, by then the toddler was attempting to move around.  She sat up and clutched her throat in a panic, not knowing what to do.  The massive, moving bulge completely cut off her air flow, and she was desperately attempting to breathe.  Instinctively, having something in her throat for that long in the same spot, she swallowed and noticed that the lump moved down slightly.  “Mother F*cker! This hurts!” she thought as she continued to swallow the unfortunate tot.  She felt his head enter her stomach and was relieved to know she was making some progress in being able to breathe again.  She kept gulping until he was about halfway into her stomach, and she could breathe.  She relaxed immediately and instead turned her attention to the growing bulge that was her belly, the child’s legs were the only parts of him in her throat now, and her body was unconsciously swallowing the rest of him down.  She watched in awe as her belly continued to expand outward, and eventually ceasing.  By now, she looked like she was overdue in pregnancy, with her shirt pulled taut over her stomach.  Well, let’s say that’s what it WOULD have looked like if it wasn’t moving as much as it was.  She slowly put her hands to the sides of her belly and started methodically rubbing it.  She tilted her head back and closed her eyes and moaned in the ecstasy she was now feeling.  “Oh My God, It feels AMAZING to be this full, oh, the way he tasted too, holy sh*t”, she thought.  After a few seconds, the feeling diminished slightly and she was left thinking about what else this may have caused.  She then noticed that her throat was incredibly sore, and her belly, which wasn’t used to taking in such a large meal at once, was starting to hurt.  She started to get up slowly with one hand on her stomach and the other trying to support her on the stairs, not used to this weight that was now pulling her down.  When she was up she looked in a mirror and saw that her entire neck, collar bone area, and belly, were red with strain.  Another surge of pain came from within her tummy, only to be replaced by another phenomenal feeling of fullness.  She started thinking about if she was actually full, she considered the possibility of exploding, but thought it wouldn’t happen as long as it entered her stomach slowly.  In the last minute or two of this transpiring, the five year old, Billy had heard the commotion, and decided to come downstairs to see what happened.  He saw Jocelyn turned away from him “what’s going on?” he said, she turned around and he saw her writhing belly and his eyes went wide with horror, “Dinner…” she responded with a wicked smile on her face and her hair covering her eyes.  He turned around to run back up the stairs, but she reached him in one stride and grabbed him by the shoulders.  He started screaming for help, she then realized that the first time, the only way the kid got into her throat was because sever momentum had shoved him past her mouth.  With a shrug she thought “may as well try anyway…” and she quickly opened her mouth and shoved his head in.  To her relief, her jaw dislocated and allowed the rest of him to follow.  She ravenously gulped him down, soon just his legs were sticking out of her mouth which she made short work of and closed her lips around his feet.  She tilted her head back again and her hands had already found her belly, and again she closed her eyes.  For this time, she felt just pleasure as he entered her stomach.  She finished watching her belly expand until her shirt ripped from just below the bust down, and her yoga pants were pushed under her tummy.  By now, she looked like she was with triplets because the five year old was pretty big for his age.  Her belly was still moving, but less noticeably now, there was the occasional small lump appearing here and there, but there was not enough room in her now for the thrashing the two year old had done.  The thought hadn’t occurred to her in the 4 seconds it had taken her to swallow poor Billy, but now that this had all happened she felt a pang of guilt.  Her conscience asked her “isn’t this murder? Delicious, amazing murder?” (For even the good side of her conscience was slightly corrupted by the feeling).  The other side of that coin with more leverage from her newfound ability, and desire vowed/had her speak out loud to herself “I am never going to cook again…” and with that she walked to get her purse.  Of course though, concerned neighbors heard the screams of Billy and came over to investigate.  The door opened before they could push the doorbell, and they were greeted by a woman pregnant with triplets, or so they thought.  “Hi, we live next door and we heard some screams over here, is everything alright?” the lady neighbor asked.  “Oh, yeah, I’m just babysitting for Mr. and Mrs. Jones this evening, one of the kids had woken up from a nightmare, but everything’s fine, I assure you.”  Jocelyn replied.  “Oh, ok, just wanted to make sure, are you practicing for your future?” she asked gesturing toward her massive belly, “Huh?” she looked down, “oh, yeah”.  “Damn, I hesitated like I had no idea what they were talking about, well, I didn’t.” she thought after they looked at her with confusion.  They then politely said their goodbyes and she went back inside the house.  She leaned back against the door and looked down to her belly cradled in the sides of her hands (for she couldn’t reach around the circumference of her stomach) and said “so, I’ve got to always tell myself whenever I’m in public, that I’m pregnant”.  Billy had found an opening in the cramped space and made a jerking movement from within.  “I guess you’ll be no help eith- HUUUUURRRP, oh dear, maybe I’ll just tell people that I’m not pregnant, but full, maybe I’ll try that.”  A few minutes later, she left the house luckily for her the Jones had never known her name, or anything else about her, only her friend’s phone number whose house she was staying at.  Even luckier was the fact that she had a house of her own and there would be no connection to her with the missing children in any investigation to follow.  She walked to the bottom of the driveway with considerable difficulty and waved a cab down.  After she had got in and told the driver where to go, he said “So, when are you due?” “Due?  I’m not pregnant, I’m just full.”  He looked at her in the rearview mirror with confusion, she saw him and looked back with that wicked smile of hers, and he just looked forward and kept driving.