“Oh, yeah, I'm good for a while yet” she replied. “Don't worry about me. I had a big lunch of pasta arrabiata with a salad in my college cafe round about one, and then I topped up with a banana round about four, so I'm not starving really. It's a good sign my belly's rumbling, means it must be empty. Well, apart from the drink. Eat you now and you'll drown!” she joked.
Nicolas laughed. “I'm intrigued about you being the world vore champ. How did you ever get into this?
So she told him the whole story of how she'd gone along to the international vore competition just to see what it was like, found she was a natural at swallowing tiny, shrunken people and she'd really got hooked. Now she liked to keep in training by occasional private vores.
Nicolas was curious about the PVs and asked how they were going. “Well, it's fairly early days with that” she said, with an offhand wave of her hand, but Nicolas was still interested.
“Well, ok, here's how it's been. The first PV was only a couple of days after I became the champion, it was one of the competition judges and his wife - that was a bit weird really cos they wanted to be swallowed together. It was really difficult to do and I wouldn't try again, but I did get them both down - just! Then there was an American guy who was in France to teach students, he was nice and we had fun, and the most recent was a month ago, three Englishmen who'd paid for me to travel first class on the Eurostar to vore them in London!”
Nicolas said that sounded like fun. “Well, mostly” she agreed, taking a slug of wine. “Did have its downsides though. They put me up at a very nice hotel and asked that I ate them at five hour intervals, which was fine by me - breakfast, lunch and dinner all free. But some of the stuff they wanted was a bit odd really and I only went along with some of it. I'm not going into details! And one of those guys was really hard work because he was the just the fattest person I've ever done and was really slow going down my throat. That wasn't the end of it either because he took ages to digest and kept making me fart. I ate 43 people when I won the vore competition and scarcely a toot. Eat a fatty and I'm a smelly gas factory. I'd definitely think again before snacking on another real blubberguts.”
“And that's been it so far, but I've got no shortage of people round the world who want to spend quality time in my tummy - well, people like you I suppose. But most of them are all round the world so they're difficult to hook up with. It's only because you're so close that you've got to jump the queue.”
Cherry admitted that to be honest she hadn't fully worked out her best game plan for PVs. “I'm really busy these days with promotions to do with being vore champion, and my agent tells me that if these people want to be private vored, that's up to them but I shouldn't spend much time over them, just treat them as practice and get them swallowed as soon as I can.”
She took a deep breath. “Well, I think he's plain wrong.” Cherry emphasised her words. “I've been given a gift and it happens to be one which gives some people a lot of pleasure, something they've been hoping for maybe much of their lives. So I think I owe them more than eating them like a grape.”
Nicolas had noticed now that she had a determined and independent streak. “I'm really impressed with you, Cherry” he said. Nicolas often tended to think of people purely how they would perform in a business sense - what they would be like in negotiations or in meetings. “You know what you want and I think you know how to get it, but at the same time you're always thinking of others' needs and how you can help them. That's a rare package.”
Cherry smiled an acknowledgement. Nicolas wanted to know how she managed to get people small enough to swallow for the PVs. He knew that wasn't a problem at the vore competition because they used sophisticated particle reduction generators, but those babies weren't cheap and certainly not very portable.
By way of answer, Cherry fished into her handbag and brought about a small leather case, which she unzipped. “Hey presto!” she said, holding aloft a silver device about 20cm long, cylindrical, with buttons and a digital display along the side. “Behold the portable shrinker!”
“Where the hell did you get that?” Nicolas asked
“Sort of a legacy” Cherry giggled. “Remember I told you about the couple I swallowed, when the husband was a vore judge? Well, he'd got hold of this at the competition - some scientist or Uni professor or something trying to sell his invention. Don't think he really knew if it was going to work, but we tried it on him and it was fine, and it's worked fine for all the PVs since. It's what I'll use on you. See, what you do is you set here how many per cent you want to shrink whatever, point it, press this button to capture and then press this to shrink. Can be a bit trial and error to get the right size, but it's not difficult.”
“Amazing!” said Nicolas. “Could we try it out on something just to show me?”
“Yeah, sure, if you want.” She pushed the shrinker into her back jeans pocket.
“OK, I got an idea”. Nicolas said. “But I've got to go and find it first.”
Cherry said that whilst Nicolas searched for whatever he wanted to be shrunk, she needed to pee. Nicolas picked up their drinks and escorted her to the ground floor washroom, suggesting they meet up in the lounge area, since it was now dark and getting cooler. He switched on the aircon.
...
Cherry had emptied her bladder and was settling in to a nice leather sofa when Nicolas reappeared and placed a torchlight on the coffee table in front of her seat. “I thought maybe you could swallow it first so I can see what you look like inside” Nicolas suggested, joining her on the sofa.
“O-kayyyy” said Cherry, thinking about it. “Right, yeah, that's cool, I can do that. I don't normally allow indigestible items inside me but it's a funny idea and I'm fine with it. Let me get it shrunk then”.
She picked the shrinker out of her pocket and shifted forward in her seat. “Ok, then, I think about 15 per cent as it's quite big and I want it small, so I set like this ...” Cherry pressed the panel buttons. Nicolas saw the shrinker acquire the torch with a ring of light, then a beam streamed out of the machine and the torch began to shrink. “Because it's small and battery powered, it takes longer than the big machines we use at competitions” Cherry explained. The beam shut off and Cherry picked up the shrunken torch between her thumb and forefinger.
“Wanna watch me gulp it down?” she teased.
Nicolas did, very much. “Right, well pass me my wine, can you? This going to be a lot quicker than I'll take over you, but here goes.” Cherry said, placing the torch in her mouth. She took a sip of wine, washed it around her mouth and then swallowed.
“Gone!” She opened her mouth really wide right in front of Nicolas and stuck her tongue out. Entranced, he gazed into the pink abyss. Her brilliant white teeth framed her soft tongue, glistening tonsils and dangling uvula.
“Not long now” she grinned. “I'd better not have any more wine.”
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