The room goes quiet for a few moments as you all wait for Madelyn’s answer; your oldest cousin sat on the couch cradling her belly filled with the now chunky soup of whoever she’d eaten. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll eat him tomorrow,” she said into the shocked silence.
“Good!” Taryn said. “I want to watch when you shit him out.”
“OOhh, we should look up some divorce games!” Alexa said, leaning back against Bernard. “I bet there are some good ones.”
“Mira,” Leah asks quietly, “are you ok with that? It’s your birthday tomorrow…”
“Oh! Yeah, I don’t mind, we don’t need to rush my birthday party or anything…” Miranda says, looking at you.
Looking between you two, Leah says, “Ok, but we shouldn’t wait too long. We want to celebrate while we’re all together. How about a joint party? Your birthday is… Wednesday? Right Max?”
“Uhh, yeah, sure…” you say, surprised. Males in vorish families rarely had birthday parties. It was usually just a store-bought cake and a ‘congratulations on not being shit yet!’ pat on the back. It surprised you Leah actually remembered.
“That sounds good!” Miranda said, still seeming bashful about the whole thing.
“Great, and no backing out either, Madelyn. You’re committed now, or you’ve cheated,” Taryn said, poking her foot further into Madelyn’s mushy belly.
“How do you know I don’t have any lies left?” Madelyn asked, looking at Taryn as she placed down her card.
“You have used vore to get ahead at work before. I know because you sent me a picture of the guy who was supervisor before you with his head hanging out of your ass before the last of him got sucked in.” “And,” Taryn continued, “you fucked three guys in one day when you fucked Lucas one last time before eating him as your wedding cake while you married Will, and his best man didn’t show up because he got grabbed by Aunt Kari for your bachelorette party, and Amber told me you were still fucking him in the morning that day before finally eating him, and then after you were married, you would have fucked Will.”
“And finally; I know for a fact that you regret eating someone, because now you’re stuck with that loser, Ben, instead of Will. So,” Taryn continued smugly to the silently fuming Madelyn, “this question and both of the next ones each have to be true.”
Madelyn fumes silently, but doesn’t contradict Taryn. As the round passes to Terrance, Taryn continues playing with Madelyn’s belly, pushing both feet into her soft paunch and further mushing the corpse of her meal.
