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Living in a Vorish World - Page 302 - Dinner - By kaledeen - Overview
With every bite, you finally relaxed. It hadn’t actually taken too long; you thought to yourself. Vacation had only begun about four hours ago.

Looking around the table at your family, you realized that even in the large dining room of the restaurant, you were taking up a good deal of space. Several tables had needed to be combined, and the echoing bustle of conversation and people eating… and, of course, people being eaten… filled the whole of the front portion of the restaurant, much of it coming from your family.

Your aunts had claimed one corner of the expanded table, stomachs bulging with recent meals, laughing as they poke and prodded the unfortunate stock boys in their guts. Aunt Sofie and Aunt Kari had their husbands, Oliver and James, with them. Oliver still seemed a little green regarding his wife’s eating habits, as any sane man would, but Kari was leaning against James’s side as he wrapped one arm around her to idly rub her squirming stomach as it nosily digested her dinner. That wasn’t too surprising; the way you’d heard the story, Kari had eaten her first husband at a party because he was being ‘prudish’ by her vorish standards. She’d then met James at the same party, husband still screaming in her gut, and James had ended up fucking her in the bathroom until her husband had been ground into a paste and later spewed out the other end. James fished the wedding ring out of the pile, washed it off in the sink, and put it on right then.

Aunt Hanna and Aunt Emma hadn’t remarried after their husbands had met their ends, same as your own mother. While your father had disappeared down your mother’s gullet while she was pregnant with Rudy, Aunt Emma’s husband Miles had been lost to Taryn’s digestive tract when he tried to punish her as a child. And Aunt Hannah’s husband Eli had simply not come home one day; though you could guess easily enough what must have happened.

Catching your eye as she noticed you glancing her way, Aunt Emma gave you a smile and asked, “Max, how’s college going? Still managing alright without being able to sit near the window?” Aunt Emma taught at the same high school as your mother, also the same which your brother and several cousins were attending now, or had attended in the past. Aunt Emma used to let you open the window of her ground floor classroom and sit beside it so that you could make a quick escape if needed.

Family connections were one reason you had survived so long.
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