The Link
By misterebony
 
Sharon lay there in bed, unable to sleep. Thoughts of what she saw on the computer were stirring in her mind. She tried to wrap her head around it, tried to make sense of it.
 
The link...... the link she clicked... she had been given it from her friend, and she didn't understand why.
 
*This was the link you wanted me to send. If your sure, you will need to contact me.*
 
Thing was... she asked for no link. Her best friend had never even mentioned a link, and certainly not one like.... like what she saw.
 
She closed her eyes as she lay there, and saw it. The site. It had a odd address, but the site name said it all.
 
*The Divine Maw: Enjoy your greatest fantasy, and satisfy others in the deepest way.*
 
She had heard of sites like this but never saw one, given how taboo they were. But now she had seen one. She knew the name for it also: a vore site. It was focused on women, women her age it looked like, all being eaten up or cooked, or even other women in the aftermath, rubbing massive bellies and sharing reviews on the friends they ate.
 
Thing was, Sharon could have left it at any time, but she stayed. She looked through image after image after image, each time feeling oddly warm inside. Then... as she saw what looked like a live demonstration of how to make an oven roast, she climaxed into her unmentionables. She gasped in the post orgasmic bliss, her mind filled with the images.
 
That was why she lay here. Not because of the knowledge her friend, her best friend from grade school on, was actually into vore and cannibal consumption. No... it was because she realized so was she. Big time. She was imagining the images in her mind, seeing hunky guys or sexy girls in naught but a chefs hat, cooking her in a variety of ways, and even thinking of her best friend devouring her bite by bite, rubbing her belly afterward and praising how delectable she had been. Sharon even imagined her bones being used to pick her friends teeth or... and she moaned at this... or being used as sex toys.
 
She gasped as she orgasmed again, her sheets now having a definitive stain, not realizing she had been fingering herself. She gasped some and sat up. She had to experience it. She had to!
 
She composed herself and reached over to her computer, opening the chat.
 
ShareandSharealike: Dottie, are you still on?
 
There was a long pause. Then...
 
Dot Dot: Hey girl! Your up late! What's up?
 
S: I.... I got your email. About the link?
 
Another pause.
 
D: OH SHIT! You saw that?! Please don't tell anyone, I'm so sorry!
 
S: I won't tell..... I kinda liked it.
 
D: You did?
 
S: Yeah.... you said in the message if I'm sure I need to contact you.
 
D: I didn't mean you girl....
 
Sharon paused. Then she typed some more.
 
S: alright.... but just so you know..... do you... really like this?
 
D: sure do! The idea of being in someone else's power, satisfying a carnal need, just... being part of them forever! It's really amazing!
 
Sharon blushed when she realized she was fingering herself again as she read that. She realized she needed to know more. Much more.
 
The rabbit hole must go deeper.
 
S: Ok..... tell me more.
 
And Dottie did.
 
*************
 
It all began from there. She saved that link for future reference, and decided she would find more. Dottie was very considerate about it all, giving her more links to check out so she knew more about vore and all its variations. What she saw where animals gobbled up people in arenas, cartoons where toony prey became belly fat, examples found in everyday shows and games, and all manner of fiction. She wound up spending a lot of time at a place called Eka's Portal, a sort of hub where the community thrived.
 
What's more, they were very welcoming. Many had been there a long time, and seeing a new face that was unsure was not met with rejection or ridicule, but open arms and guiding hands. And members played as everything from people to mythical beings to animals to everything in between. For Sharon, she liked just being herself. And she was welcomed as such.
 
But the site that she had seen first lingered in her mind. While most sites seemed more like a fantasy, this one felt like a reality. Moreover, it focused on what became the biggest turn on for her: preparation. Sharon had to know if it really was real. She had to. And finally, a few months later, she could wait no more. She had to know the truth.
 
And she knew just who to ask.
 
S: Dottie..... can we talk?
 
D: Sure can scrumptious! I'm glad you're a part of the community now. It's nice to have a friend in real life to talk to about this.
 
S: Well... it's about how I got started. That first link you sent.....
 
D: Yeah?
 
S: Is there a real place this happens?
 
There was a pause. And then...
 
D: Meet me on Lexington by the clothier. You'll get your answer with me.
 
S: Alright.... if you say so. I'll be there in an hour.
 
With that the conversation ended. She realized what she had just asked, and moreover how it was answered, and she was both nervous and excited at the same time. She got herself all done up and prepared to head out.
 
"I guess this is it... this is where I truly stop dipping my toes in the water and just.... dive in. Oh this is crazy.... but..."
 
She was talking to herself about it all the way to the location. The clothier, as it was called, was a quick walk away. It was odd that it was so close yet she never really had been there. In fact she rarely saw anyone go there, yet it was doing very well. It had to be, given how it was still on buisness.
 
Waiting outside was a blonde haired girl, about Sharon's height, dressed in a very girly style with a sundress and hat of cream color, and a brown purse. Her lips had a soft pink lipstick, and oddly she smelled of ice cream. She smiled as Sharon approached and gave a hug.
 
"Ok, before you say anything, you cannot say anything to anyone about what you're about to see. You promise?"
 
Sharon nodded without thinking. "Is this... illegal? I mean.... how illegal?"
 
Dottie chuckled. "Legality isn't the reason Sharon. You see, you are about to see why I had the link." And with that she opened the door. Inside was lines on lines of dresses and cloth, and at the far end was a well dressed man, young and handsome, in an outfit that looked like he was from the 1920s. He saw the two enter and smiled warmly.
 
"Ah, Dottie! Welcome back! And you brought a friend?"
 
Dottie nodded to the polite gentleman. "I have indeed Frans, and she wants to see the special stock. Can you show us?"
 
Frans looked at Sharon, then smiled knowingly. "Of course! The left elevator, you know the code."
 
Dottie nodded, taking Sharon by the hand. She led the girl into the elevator and pressed seven buttons, seemingly at random. Suddenly, the elevator jolted down at incredible speed, and Sharon almost screamed. But after a few seconds, it began to slow and eventually stop. As the doors opened, Dottie took Sharon by the hand, and led her out into a massive chamber, as large as the lobby for an extremely fancy hotel.
 
It was a vore paradise.
 
Sharon saw as a giant boa constrictor in a cage was being fed willing meals, already somewhat fat. Chefs dressed with masks like predatory animals were preparing people for massive feasts. At some tables, large meals were being swallowed whole by truly sexy individuals. And at the far wall was several large sandwiches that were being occupied by lovers, while hungry onlookers sharpened knives. A large man approached as Dottie bowed her head low.
 
"Greetings Baphomet." She said. "I have a first timer here who wants a lovely meal. Can you provide?"
 
Sharon was wide eyed, unable to believe what she was seeing and hearing. Not to mention the clear owners name, matching a devil. And given his muscular build and dark skin he could match the role. But he just laughed at her obvious worried look.
 
"Before you get to worried, no I am not an actual devil. My real name is Johnathan. Baphomet is my online persona." Sharon still looked worried then smiled. "Ahhhhh, that's not the issue is it. You didn't know about the Divine Maw."
 
"The.... Divine Maw?" Sharon said, almost at a whisper. she only knew it from that email so long ago. Those images.... this was... was it happening?
 
"Yes, our underground club, where vore becomes real. Everything you see here moves fantasy into reality. It's the only club of its kind, super exclusive and highly secret."
 
Sharon looked and saw a woman smiling as she turned over a fire on a spit. Sharon was a little nervous at the sight, but the woman clearly was enjoying becoming a dish for three women beside her, dressed up like tribal girls. The strangest part was that the meal wasn't even screaming in pain.
 
"How.... how is she...?"
 
"It's hard to explain, but it is part of the reason we are so exclusive. We have made several advances that make this possible. It is the one place where a voraphile can fulfill their desire."
 
Sharon looked to Dottie, who smiled warmly. She finally threw caution to the wind.
 
"Well.... I'd like to try some of the food then."
 
Baphomet clapped his hands twice, and a rather handsome lady showed the two to a table. Dottie ordered what were called footlongs, which turned out to actually be the feet of volunteers. Sharon was nervous as she went to take a taste.
 
But when she did....
 
"Oh.... oh wow.... oh it's delicious, I never tasted anything like it!"
 
Dottie smiled. "Thank the food itself. All the prey are willing guys and gals. I actually know the girl who gave the main part of your sandwich. She wanted to be a full meal but the chef convinced her to do a few small meals first."
 
Sharon was wide eyed. "You mean, they volunteer to be...?"
 
"Sure do! In fact I'm going to myself."
 
Sharon was wide eyed. But Dottie continued.
 
"Few of the community are coming to town, and I decided I would be a special treat. I considered being an apple pie."
 
Sharon was in shock. "I mean... are you sure? It seems so..."
 
"Perfect?"
 
Sharon sighed. "Permanent."
 
Dottie giggled, and said no more. Sharon didn't either, the sandwich was too good to say much.
 
She had to eat here more, whether with Dottie or not!
 
*************
 
And she did. Whenever Sharon had a chance, she and Dottie went to the Divine Maw club. She got a full membership, and the two were in on many events at the club. They watched as a couple sisters became serpent chow for the two giant boas, who turned out to be not only tame but as gentle as puppies. A chef let them participate in a little role-playing as a tribe preparing a guy for his girlfriend, dancing about the pot in a truly wild night. They even got to act as sushi plates for a group of Japanese tourists. Sharon was having a lot of fun.
 
But then something happened. She recieved notice from her boss, a notice that she would no longer be needed at work. It was a huge blow to her, financially and emotionally. When she went to the club the day after, she had no appetite, and a look of sadness on her face. Worse, Dottie was not around. Maybe she had that event she was talking about already.
 
"My dear, what's wrong?" She heard a voice say. She looked over to see one of the chefs, a real gilf if there ever was one. She was plump in all the right places, a squishy soft ass and two wonderfully bountiful melons, with pale features and silvery hair. She was an older lady, but Sharon already knew she could still turn heads as well as she turned spits. And Sharon knew how well she turned those.
 
"Oh..... hi.... it's just.... my company downsized, and some of us got laid off. Didn't even have the guts to tell us to our face either. We show up to work, and there waiting for us was an email saying how we were fired with no pension."
 
The chef sat, shocked. "But... isn't that illegal?"
 
Sharon shook her head. "I checked. It's a clause in our contracts, that says unless we quit on our own, we do not recieve a pension or any severance. I don't know what to do."
 
The chef smiled. "I might. You have been coming here for quite awhile, and you are a real cutie. I know the other patrons just love you, for what I have seen. Heck, even Slinky over there is nice to you, and that serpent doesn't let just anyone pet him."
 
Sharon looked over at the massive snake, who, given the bulge in him, was clearly sleeping off a nice meal. She looked back at the chef. "What are you suggesting?"
 
"Why don't you work here? Pay is really good, as are the benefits. And we always need waitresses. Have a talk with Baphomet, I'm sure he would say yes, your pretty and sweet and you know the menu well."
 
Sharon heard it all and couldn't believe it, for all the best reasons. Work here? Among her new friends? It seemed too good to be true!
 
"Baphomet! Can I talk to you please?!" She called out. She told the big guy the whole story, and he had her sign a contract. Payment was up front upon signing on, enough to cover her rent. She would deny it later, but she gave him a big hug after that.
 
But then she learned why they always need waitresses as she saw Frans come down. She watched as she looked over the waitresses, and was curious about it. but then, she saw why, as one of them blushed some like one of the prey girls she had seen.
 
She had just been ordered.
 
"So.... i take it that is why pay is on the higher end?" Sharon asked. Baphomet chuckled some but did not answer, letting her head back to put on her new uniform.
 
Thankfully, for awhile at least, she stayed off of the menu. a few of the guests, male and female, did say how tasty she looked and would be a scrumptious treat in many different dishes. Surprisingly, the customers were extremely understanding. And she had to admit, she liked working at the club more than her old job. It was stranfe to think an accidental message from her friend led to a job that was unexpectedly wonderful.
 
but like all good things, it came to and an end much too soon.
 
*************
 
It was about a month later when it happened. It was a very packed night, a lot of people had come. She was reminded of when Dottie said she was feeding a big group. this felt like just such a thing. And she hadn't seen her at all since that last meal. Maybe she was already in everyones bellies, she wondered. She even wondered how she went.
 
As she thought that, she found herself bumping headlong into Frans. The handsome shop owner slash front man was clothed in dress pants and nothing else, leaving nothing to the imagination tonight. It was a special meal indeed if that was the dress code.
 
"Frans! I.... I didn't see you..." she blushed. she and Frans had talked often, and she had gotten dangerously close. The look in his eyes as she gazed into them reminded her that he was not just a handsome and charming man, but also a cannibal. When he suddenly licked her lips as he felt her arm, she went wide eyed.
 
Oh no.
 
"Sharon, I do believe tonight is the night, I've waited a long time to have you as part of my treat, and at long last you will be."
 
Sharon gulped nervously. "But.... I assure you.... I'm really... really expressive... I mean expensive... oh GOD..."
 
She said no more as she locked lips with him. she felt her guard drop, felt herself become vulnerable. She was prey. She was his.
 
A fact confirmed as she felt a needle at her back.
 
"Sorry love.... but I plan to pay a lot for you."
 
She felt warm and cold all at once as she passed out, lips locking again...
 
*************
 
As she opened her eyes, she felt very stiff. Underneath her was cold and hard. Yet she heard singing from nearby, and found the source. It was the chef who suggested she take the job, as lovely... no, that wasn'tfair to say... as downright sexy as ever. She was dipping a brush into a metal bowl and painting along Sharon's chest. It felt.... oh God, it felt so good. The sauce seemed to warm her form, and she felt.... oh GODDAMMIT....
 
"Ah, you're awake dear. So glad, I never want my masterpieces to miss out." The woman chef's voice was almost musical, like bells. "So he finally got you did he? Not suprised. He really was into you. I knew sooner or later he would snap you up like a fly for a spider."
 
*Damn.... I should have been more careful.... not that i can really complain...* Sharon thought to herself. She felt pineapple slices being laid on her breasts, each one covering just around her nipples. She actually got to see as a big ripe cherry was placed in her belly button, then two more, one on each nipple. She felt like a big ham on her way to the luau, which was literally true in this case.
 
As the preparations continued, Sharon felt aroused and saddened all at once. She felt as the sauce was applied to her arms and legs, the scent of it like honey and fruit juices, perhaps mango and orange. It felt so good, and she wanted to like it. But, it was also her last moments. she knew soon it woukd all be over, she woukd just be another meal. She could understand it if it was a case of her willingly leaping into the cook pot as it were, or if she knew she would die anyway. She knew most of the willing girls that was the case.
 
But... not her.
 
"I love cooking girls best. Oh men are fun to, especially with their little built in eclairs to try out first. But women just are more... palatable. Maybe that is why the club is almost exclusively women."
 
Sharon felt like everything was falling apart, just as it came together. She had seen so many prepped this way, she should have enjoyed it. But all she felt was sorrow, even as the brush that was basting her legs and thighs hit spots she loved to be touched in.
 
"So sweet and wonderful, and so meaty! And very appreciative when you fatten them up."
 
She lost her friend, her first job, and now.... her life.
 
"And best of all, they always smile."
 
It was all over.
 
"I love my life."
 
She hated how this seemed to end.
 
Sharon's thoughts seemed to override the chefs as she worked, until the chef suddenly stopped. She knew this wasn't like her other meals. She, also, was not a heartless monster, but truly a kindhearted, albeit sexy as hell, grandmother.
 
"Awwww... don't cry dear. Don't cry. This won't hurt. Haven't you seen how the other meals were?"
 
Sharon looked at her. "Yes..... yes I did."
 
"They loved every moment. Being eaten isn't just some animalistic desire for nourishment here. It's a gift. Your giving yourself to someone or something else. Maybe it's one of our exotic animals who visit from the zoos. Or a friend you want to leave everything to. Or perhaps just your lover. In any case, your becoming part of that person you care for, strengthening them, satisfying a need they have."
 
Sharon felt a gloved hand wipe away her tears. That face the chef had was so sweet, her own self pity seemed to fade. And her words were right. This did feel amazing, and it wasn't a bad way to go. Besides, she had been paid for fair and square, and it was by someone she did have a big crush on. Seeing him topless, she had almost wanted to be one with him right then and there. She really was in love.
 
Heck for a few of the meals she had since Sharon started coming here the source of the meat talked with her and Dottie, and they became friends in the short time they had. This life she lived the past few months... every one, pred or prey or chef or whatever was so welcoming and happy. It wasn't just sexual either, but a true and wonderful experience that seemed to fill her life. She found herself smiling at the memory, and the chef kissed her forehead.
 
"There, see? This will be wonderful. Now, I'm going to put you in the showpiece oven on the main floor. You have such a beautiful form, it would be a shame to hide it in an oven. I'm sure you would turn a lot of heads."
 
Sharon actually blushed as seasoning was slowly sprinkled on her. Then, she was spread open at the legs. Sharon wanted to ask what was happening but went wide eyed as stuffing was pushed into her cavity. It was painful at first, but then the feeling inside her was so... .arousing.... she felt herself orgasm as more of it was pushed in, the chef smiling sweetly as it happened.
 
"There you go! Feeling better now I see. I'm so glad for that. Now, let's get you out there, roastinf for the big occasion."
 
Sharon actually smiled. The idea really was nice.
 
"Why, I bet your love is just waiting out there. They see you, and it's love at first bite."
 
Sharon chuckled at that. Of course, she would meet her love at the day her life ended. She open3d her mouth, and in went an apple, bright red and tasting delicious and strange all at once. It was odd, there was a taste she didnt recognize in it, but.... but she felt so wonderful, almost like a kid again amazingly. Maybe it was an aphrodisiac, she idly wondered...
 
"Suck on that as you cook dear. Get some of the juices inside you." The chef said with a wink.
 
The girl wanted to ask why. What did it matter, she was about to die. But she didn't get the chance as she was wheeled out. And when she was, she blushed.
 
There were tons of guests now, a party of some kind. And she knew several of them from prior visits. Even Frans was here, looking like a cat who had a canary. She felt herself blush as he suddenly flexed for her. God, she wanted to be part of him. and knowing that made her just smile in complete delight.
 
Sharon watched as the movement stopped, andwas placed on a large metal rack in the center of the room to roast. Sharon felt the flames lick her skin and expected pain... but they felt more like lovers hands on her skin, caressing them. How was it... how was it possible? A drug? She didn't know. All she knew was this suddenly felt less like death, painful and cold and heartless, and more like she was at her own wake, seeing dancing and getting compliments from fellow patrons, workers, even a few coworkers she didn't know were members here!
 
And most of all, Frans seemed most taken. Sharon found herself blushing more than what was caused by the heat as he stood nearby. He told others he was actually from a line of European cannibals, a white glove society he said, who had some special talents. It had explained so much really. She already knew he was a cannibal, but it now explained why he was so charming.. Sharon wished she could have seen how... talented... he was. But all she could do now was they there and roast.
 
And roast she did. She got a front row seat to watch what was clearly another party going on, with slow, soft music from a band and lighting that more fit a classy dance hall. Frans was the front man for the club, but clearly, if he was paying for all this, he was pretty wealthy as well. Sharon moaned as she felt the brush basting her now and then from the sweet chef, who kept encouraging her to relax. At last, she did, sighing and closing her eyes, listing to the sounds of the party, moaning around the apple at the feel of the basting brush and those amazingly gifted flames that massaged her body. It... it was paradise.
 
But then, new sensations overwhelmed her brain as she felt something move her to a platter. She was flipped and more garnish, pineapple and orange, was placed along her spine and shoulders, and she was placed on a massive banquet table beside many sides, Frans there sharpening a knife.And as she felt him carve a piece from her rump for a taste, she felt honored, more so as he complimented her. But then he said something that made little sense.
 
"I look forward to our future."
 
She moaned at that, unsure how that could be, as the gilf chef from before came over to take ocee on carving duty. Throughout the night she continued working on her, serving her to patrons, some wanting a slice of the leg, some wanting a breast, a couple even just wanting the fingers and toes. Frans however got her vagina, moaning delightedly at the taste. Every cut felt like someone had given her a deep tissue massage, coupled with the feel of the heat. Was this how dying felt? If so, why be scared of it anymore? Why be sad about dying when it was giving happiness to her friends who she woukd be part of, or considering soon she and Dottie would be seeing each other again, best of friends. Inwardly, she laughed. How happy she was!
 
Indeed, she felt herself smile as compliments coincided with carvings of her meat and praises of the patrons. Frans especially ate a lot, saying she was the one for him. Talk from the patrons about how she was as a worker and a friend made her want to cry. This community had welcomed her and loved her, and they were now truly making her a part of it. Is was a wonderful way to go. She didn't feel sad or scared. She felt.... content.
 
As the feast went on, she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. This was it. She was about to die. But it felt.... peaceful. Wonderful. She saw as the gilf stood by with a cleaver for the neck. It was time.
 
*thank you.*
 
It was what she wanted to say. But she never did. She didn't need to. As the cleaver fell, she heard a final cheer.
 
All was still.
 
****************
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Breath filled her lungs. Her heart beat. Her eyes found sight. Sharon found herself on a stone table, machines humming to life. And nearby, a voice spoke up.
 
"...... pulse looks good.... reformation looks complete, even removed a few cancer cells..... soul is reinserted.... yes, all looks green. Welcome back."
 
Sharon felt very fuzzy. Where was she? And why did that voice sound like.... like...
 
"Hi girl. Nice to see you back. I figured I better reform first."
 
Dottie. So... this was heaven..... but why did she feel so... numb....
 
"Ooouuughhhh..... why do I hurt.... also... I thought I'd be seeing you with a halo or devil horns.... or something......"
 
Dottie began to laugh. "Well maybe someday, but not today! You're back in the land of the living girl! Took a bit of doing, but the reformation is complete. Sorry I didn't tell you before, I was pretty busy with work after that party, so I only got here just as you got served up.
 
Sharon slowly was helped up. She found herself looking at odd, almost alien tech, combined with what had to be Celtic runes. At the far end was Baphomet himself. He smiled smugly.
 
"Well, that meal you were part of was our best fundraiser yet. We got at least 3 million in donations. But, as for why your back, I better explain. Remember when I said this place made advances in technologies that allow vore to occur? That includes DNA reconstruction, a process we call reformation, using your own genes to make a new body after a meal."
 
Sharon felt her numbness fade, replaced by a feeling of..... actually she felt... she felt....
 
"I feel wonderful.... but how...."
 
"When you reform we remove some of the irregularities, like cancer cells. So you feel a bit younger as a result."
 
Sharon looked to Dottie knowingly. "So THAT'S how you lost that weight!" She blurted out, noticing her new very.... arousing wardrobe.
 
Everyone in the room laughed. Sharon slowly stood up, good as new. "So, I can be a meal to pay for food? Is... that why waitress pay is so high?"
 
Baphomet nodded. "Why only be a pred if you prefer to be the prey?"
 
Sharon wanted to say more when Frans walked in, as dapper as ever. She looked him over, as dapper as the first day she saw him and as sexy as the last day. She wrapped her arms around him and she smiled.
 
"How often can a person reform?" She asked after a bit.
 
Dottie giggled. "Often as they w.... ohhhhhhh..."
 
She looked to Frans. "Say..... would you like to share a dinner date Frans? I.... I kinda want to know more about you. A.... a LOT more."
 
Frans took her hands. "Even if you're likely going to wind up my diet?"
 
Sharon smiled. She remembered what that chef had said.
 
"ESPECIALLY if then. Let me... give myself to you."
 
Dottie nodded knowingly, and Frans held Sharon close. "Well then.... how about before the main course... we share some appetizers."
 
Sharon felt wonderful. She had been introduced to a fetish that had wound up supportive and welcoming, found a place where it was real, had a job where she could be part of it, and maybe found a guy to share it with. She felt.... she didn't even know the word for it.
 
But she knew this was the beginning of something wonderful. She walked out with friend and lover, out to meet a new vision of her life. She considered how it all began with a link sent in error.
 
What a deliciously wonderful error it has been so far.
 
 
THE END, AND THE BEGINNING.
 
 
*When you give yourself to another, there is no greater gift.*