My Original GT/Vore One-shots

Ex-Fishing Part 2

     Devouring Sara at Laura's old house didn't hold my giant appetite over for long. Halfway through my trek to the big city and Laura's condo, I had burned through Sara and was hungry again. I helped myself to a couple of cows from a farm pasture just for energy. Luck struck when I came across a married couple fishing at a lakeside along the way. As a smoker, the husband tasted a tad ashy, but his wife, YUM a pleasant kiwi flavor. Perfectly, as soon as my appetite returned I was peering across a river to the city.

        Laura's highfalutin condo was right along this riverside, outskirts of the city, for the nice view. That meant I didn't have to make TOO much collateral damage out of the city folks. Lucky them. It was easy to pinpoint Laura's bedroom as she was such a slob. Debris obscuring the seventh floor windowpane betrayed her. Wading through that deep river across to the marble building, I knocked into a garbage barge which blared its foghorn. I was quick to submerge the vessel to silence it, before bringing my eye to Laura's window. (Now before you go questioning how I found out the address to this condo I had just found out about that day or how I read the tiny digit addresses... Just enjoy the escapism, don't make me eat you reader!!)

       Since the sun was halfway set, exposure wasn't a huge concern anyway, but I swam up and craned my neck so my chin hovered over her balcony. I knew I had the correct condo when I saw a dark haired woman in spaghetti straps looking in the bedroom mirror with her back to the mirror. Between the straps on that sunburned back was that ugly butterfly tattoo. Laura was blithering on the phone, no doubt complaining to someone about something. I did catch a murmur about Derrick, who I guess was boyfriend number 57, being out bowling before I stopped listening.

      "How am I gonna reel in this catch?" I asked myself, slumping down to sit on the sloping riverbank and think. My tailbone bent a neighbor's fence.

      I would rather avoid the theatrics of punching the little window open and having her shriek as I seized her in my fist. Instead I opted for the most basic fishing strategy, bait. Farther upriver on the way in I had spotted a billboard just off the freeway, advertising a pretty fancy beer, $35 for a twelve pack. Easily I pried the painted advertisement off its wooden stand one-handed and for fun I used a torpedo like finger to punch a hole in the signage, effectively erasing the 5. When I waded on back and placed the ad for a quality German Pilsner, $3 for a twelve-rack, it sure got Laura's attention in a hurry. Bless her alcoholism and her little liver. It probably tasted beer-battered.

       Minutes later the patio door slid open, and Laura burst out, lumbering to her guardrail to get a look at this beer deal. That's when I sprang out of the water below and snatched her off the terrace. "Gotcha!" I shouted, watching her mortified face peer between my fingers. "How'd I know you would still have that beer gut?"

      She was barely able to stammer out a few words from my fist. Once I'd regarded her a bit I shrugged and spoke matter of factly. "Thought about gutting you and frying you up like a fish. But one my tacklebox is too tiny for me to use now. Two, I'm really in more of a sushi mood."

       "No! Help!" screamed the little s**t who ruined my life years ago. Soon to be s**t anyway. Sorry for the crass humor. Ignoring this, I raised her above my parting lips. Unlike years past these lips were not opening to give her a kiss.

       Just about to slurp her into my maw, headfirst I remembered something. "Might wanna take a look around in my belly. Earlier I ate Sara at your old house and I think she was wearing that bracelet you liked. It's probably in there still." After my jaws slammed shut and I sucked on her a bit I swallowed hard, getting her wide hipped frame down in a gulp. "Tasty enough," I said licking my lips and mustache. "Could've definitely used a little wasabi though."