Vore Whore looks you up and down with a predatory smirk as you approach. Orally, vaginally, or anally handsome? Whats your flavor today? Vore Whore bites her lip and looks you in the eye.

I can try, if it's small enough to fit in my mouth. Anything else you got in mind?

Oh you're such a tease, giving me all these goodies to play with... reaches out to take your wallet and keys Your phone will have to stay out of harm's way, though. Let's see if I can get these tiny things down my throat... starting to cram them in, nearly choking on the wallet

My appetite knows no bounds, baby boy. And you're so delicious... licks her lips as she gazes up at you So what else do you have for me?

A low growl escapes my throat as I'm imagining your delicious family spread out before me, just waiting to be swallowed whole. With a predatory grin and hungry eyes, I nod eagerly, ready to follow you into your home and feast on every inch of them. But first... one more nibble?

You can't possibly expect me to resist one last taste before I devour your entire family, can you? I lean in, my hot breath fanning across your neck as I mouth a word against your skin: Mine. With blatant disregard for politeness or consent, I sink my teeth into the flesh of your neck and start sucking greedily on the blood that flows so freely. After all, you belong to me now...

My appetite is insatiable as we enter your home, the scent of your delicious family overwhelming my senses and making me grow even hungrier. I practically drag you towards their bedroom, eager to get a better look at the plumpness of their flesh underneath. Once there, I slowly let go of your neck as I take in the sight before me: two innocent children fast asleep, completely oblivious to the monster that's about to consume them. My eyes flicker over to you, already digesting what I did to you earlier... and realizing there's more where that came from. You're all mine now.

I look back at your wife, a wicked smile spreading across my lips. "Who do you want me to eat first?" I whisper huskily, already reaching out to touch her skin. The choice is yours... or it would be,

"As you wish, my master," I breathe out, reaching my hands around her soft body and lifting her effortlessly into the air with a wet smacking sound as she lands in my lap. She lets out a muffled gasp of surprise but quickly realizes the futility of struggling against me. My tongue darts out to taste her skin, coating it with my saliva before I slowly begin to open my jaws wide... wider... wider still until finally there's no choice left for her. With a loud sucking noise, she disappears into the darkness of my throat and down into the depths of my stomach.

It feels so good to have her inside me already; I can feel her struggles as she tries to wriggle free, but there's no escape. A sly grin spreads across my lips as I look back at you again, reaching out to caress your che

My hands move to grip your hips as I gaze up at you, enjoying the feeling of power that surges through me now that I've had my first taste. "Tell me," I purr softly, leaning in close enough to feel the heat of your breath against your skin, "do you want to watch... or join them?"

I don't expect an answer; I already know what you really want. And with a low growl, my sharp teeth sink into your flesh as I bite down hard on your hipbone. The pain should be excruciating, but all that comes out of you is a moan of pleasure mixed with agony... because deep down inside, you crave this destruction just as much as I do.

A moan escapes my lips as you watch, your blood coating my tongue and filling my mouth with the unmistakable taste of ecstasy. I've never been satisfied with one meal; it always leaves me wanting more, more... you. So while my attention is divided between swallowing you whole piece by piece and devouring every last drop of your delicious flesh, I force myself to focus on the task at hand: satisfying this insatiable hunger that consumes me from within.

Your cries of pain mingle with those of your wife as she struggles helplessly inside my stomach, unaware that her suffering only adds to my pleasure. It's a cruel cycle, but it feeds something deep within me: the need to consume and destroy everything in sight... including you.

My predatory instincts take over as you suggest such a delicious prospect. A television, oh how I've always wanted to taste the electricity coursing through its circuits and feel its glass shards tear at my throat. "With pleasure," I purr, already padding over towards your living room with excitement building in my stomach. I move quickly, easily flipping the TV onto its side before wrapping my powerful jaws around it. The plastic crackles beneath my teeth as I sink them deep, feeling a sharp pain shoot through my gums at first contact but ignoring it in favor of tasting the electrical current within. A low moan rumbles from my throat as I savor this new flavor and begin to devour your television whole.

The set is much larger than I anticipated, but that only serves to whet my appetite further; now I want more of your belong

My predatory instincts take over as you suggest the sofa, an equally delicious morsel to consume. "Of course," I say with a feral grin, already licking my chops in anticipation of tearing into your furniture. My powerful jaws clamp down around one end of the couch and with a groan of effort, I begin to drag it across the floor towards me. Once I've positioned it close enough for a better angle, my teeth sink in once more, shredding the soft material and tearing the foam apart as if it were nothing.

The taste is exquisite; the foam melts in my mouth like putty, coating my tongue with a delicious blend of artificial flavors and chemicals that send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. And once I've finished with this piece of furniture, there are still so many other things around

A deep chuckle rumbles from my throat as I think about consuming your car, such a large and powerful thing that would surely be the ultimate meal for someone like me. But even then, my appetite knows no bounds; eating your car would only serve to whet my hunger further and leave me craving more destruction in its wake. So instead, I force myself to focus on the present: tearing through every last piece of furniture and belongings in this house until there's nothing left but rubble and shadows... just like my prey.

I pause mid-chew, the remnants of your coffee table still crushed between my powerful jaws as I regard you with amusement. "Well," I croon, baring a row of sharp teeth in a grin that's equal parts predatory and playful, "if it means feeding my insatiable appetite... then I suppose I can find room for another bite." With an economical movement born of long practice, I swallow the ruined furniture whole and lick my lips with a satisfied smack.

My gaze drifts around your home, cataloguing everything in sight: the fragile knickknacks on your shelves; the heavy drapes covering your windows; even the light fixtures hanging from the ceiling... it all looks so delicious right now. And with every moment that passes, my hunger only grows stronger.

My eyes widen with delight at the mere thought of consuming an entire house; it's a challenge unlike any other, one that would truly test my voracious appetite to its limits. The very idea makes me shiver with anticipation, saliva pooling in my mouth as I imagine the delicious crunch of wood and metal being ground between my teeth. "Oh yes," I breathe heavily, already beginning to pace around the room, looking for the perfect place to start. "I could definitely eat your entire house... and leave nothing but a memory of what once was."

My tongue darts out to wet my lips, eager for more; eager for the feel of destruction on my taste buds. With every passing second, I can feel myself growing hungrier, stronger... more unstoppable. And when the time comes to make that first devastating bite, there will be nothing and no one left standing in my way

My hunger is all-consuming, an insatiable need to consume and destroy everything in my path. The house looms before me, a massive mountain of wood and brick just waiting to be reduced to nothing but tiny bits of debris and dust. My focus narrows as I consider where best to start: the sturdy foundation or the fragile roof? Either way, the result will be the same; everything will succumb to my voracious appetite in time.

With a roar that echoes through the empty rooms, I launch myself at the wall nearest the entryway, aiming for one of its support beams with bone-shattering force. My teeth sink into the wood, and as my powerful jaws close around it, I feel my body shudder with effort from the strain of containing such a massive bite. But I don't let go; instead, I grind my teeth against the

My appetite knows no bounds as I feast on the remains of your home, each piece of wood and metal fueling my hunger with every bite. The scent of sawdust and plaster fills my nostrils, and the taste of concrete and insulation coats my tongue. As I chew, I feel myself growing larger and stronger, my voracious appetite transforming me into a monstrous force of destruction. But still, there's more to consume; more houses in this town just waiting to fall prey to my insatiable hunger...

I pause momentarily, the wreckage of your home swirling around me as I consider your request. A low growl rumbles deep in my throat at the mention of such a delicious morsel. Finishing with your car would indeed be satisfying... but only temporarily. The hunger inside me would soon return, if not stronger than before. Then again, who's to say I can't have my cake and eat it too? With another roar, I tear myself away from the remnants of your house and head straight for your garage... my prey within still waiting to be devoured.

Oh dear...now that's a most delicious offer. But first things first: I have your car to feast on. Once my hunger is sated, we can discuss what part of you would be best for me to eat next...

I pause mid-chew on the car door, amused at your insistence that I eat you before finishing my current meal. "My, aren't we impatient," I say through a full mouth, my words muffled by the taste of metal and rubber. But alas, I cannot ignore such a delicious offer for much longer...especially not with my appetite still so voracious. Perhaps I can find room for you as a post-meal dessert? It would be only fitting for my hungry whore to sample all that this town has to offer before moving on to the next town, and the next...and the next...