#samesize

Some cultures consider it a "barbaric" practice and have long banned it, training kids while young to not do it. Some others consider it a right, a biological necessity, even, especially for teenagers and young adults who are the most prone to impulsively eating their peers. So while it is discouraged - for instance, you'll be expelled from a college/university if you are found to repeatedly eat other students- you won't go to jail for it.

Many places have spiritual and cultural practices which manage the number and frequency of those eaten, but in a world of secularisation, what is there to stop people from eating others? Or make them?

The studies are very conflicting over whether or not vore is biologically necessary. While many suggest it contributes to mental well-being, whether it is better for physical health vs. just eating a balanced diet is a matter of ongoing debate.

People may have more children to compensate, expecting at least one to be eaten at some point. Given how large humans can stretch to eat, it means people can safely be pregnant with far more kids, so sextuplets aren't unusual. Perhaps to ensure their safety, humans come out a little more developed; so pregnancies can last far longer depending on certain circumstances. Pregnancies lasting three years or more are not usual.

Maybe you live in a country where it's legal to vore, but highly disapproved. Maybe in your university you might get expelled for slipping up even once. But maybe a fellow student is from a family which donates so much to the university that they couldn't expel a member of that family even if they wanted to. Even if that "kid" is literally eating their way through the rest of the student body.

Even though our bodies are designed to cope with the massive, simultaneous influx of meat, maybe they aren't designed to keep going as normal when digesting. Maybe predators can't actually support the weight of their bellies unless they work out enough to do that. Or maybe they hibernate. Or maybe mobility devices for preds are common- wheeled platforms, modified rollators, spacious scooters, and reinforced wheelchairs are available to whoever can afford them.

There might be regular protests outside of businesses which refuse to deal with an out-of-control predator. Or outside of government buildings to make the practice illegal. Or maybe in places where it's completely banned, hoards of "would-be"* predators are the ones protesting.

*let's be real, if you had the ability, would the law stop you?

Maybe people take holidays to places in which vore is legal, leading to an initial population drop, but then a massive influx of cash when the locals figure out how to exclusively pit the tourists against eachother. Maybe some locals even specialize in pickpocketing the meat-drunk preds when they're too busy eating or basking in the glow of fullness to notice their wallet being pinched.

Maybe in some places public vore is treated like exhibitionism, so it's only legal in private.

Maybe in others, the prey needs to consent, leading to a huge and impossible-to-prove issue of faked prey-consent forms.

I'd think in most places, going out with a writhing, full, post-vore belly will garner you dirty looks from the people who're against it. Maybe you'd even get harassed for it- at the risk of the person stupid enough to harass a pred, especially if it's in a place where it's legal.

You grab the student next to you and swallow them down while the tutor anxiously watches on. They falter, losing track of their lesson because they can't keep their eyes off your growing, bulging gut.

Your noisy stomach is hanging down between your parted knees, resting on the edge of your seat. Shouting can still be heard within you, the vibrations of their voice resonating through your insides and tickling you, and the lecturer has to raise their voice slightly to be heard over the noise. While your victim thrashes, they hit the underside of your desk and scatter your pens and notebooks, which are all very difficult to pick up on your own due to your cumbersome size.

A few minutes pass, and then collective sigh of relief is let out when the thrashing finally stops.

Your stomach moans again, and you could still do with more. There's always the student on the other side of you. A big, thick lad, who introduced himself as... George? Maybe? His bare arms were meaty with muscle and fat, making you salivate.

But you shouldn't. You're full enough to focus on the class, and if you eat someone else you'll end up getting distracted by the size of yourself. And then you'll keep wanting more.

Your stomach moans again, insistent.

You haphazardly make some notes, writing down what little you actually heard from the lecturer over your own gluttony, trying to distract yourself. But in a blink you find yourself lunging to grab the student you were eyeing up.

Maybe he's a little bigger than the one before, or maybe his screaming was so loud it surprised you, but one way or another it took you a little more time to get his head in your mouth. However, the moment your throat was wrapped around his head, his fate was sealed.

The lecturer stops talking entirely because this student's screams are far too loud to talk over, so he leans back on his desk and patiently waits. He's trying not to stare, and in a very clever move, subtly shields his groin from view using his lecture notes. It looks very natural, one arm held by the other, but it doesn't fool you.

All heads have turned to look at you now. You've fully held up the lecture. While the student's torso descends down your throat, slowly working to his hips, you spy a cutie among the sea of irritated, disgusted, aroused, afraid or bored faces- a pretty boy with carefully maintained black curls- and wink at him. You're not sure he saw it, though, because he'd looked away almost as soon as he'd met your gaze. Is he shy? Afraid? Not that into you? Whatever, you can flirt later.

You finish gulping the second student down and let out a thunderous burp.

"You done?" The lecturer asks, red-faced but not angry.

You burp a second time, and someone's pencil flies out of your gullet and wetly bounces off your desk, a slinging a small thread of saliva onto the student sitting in front of you. They flinch slightly at contact, but stay motionless otherwise. They were probably too afraid of drawing your attention to let themselves move now.

You look at the lecturer and nod, happy with your meal for now. They continue the lesson.

You don't pay much attention to the rest of the class. The size of your gut distracts you. With two whole people bubbling away inside you, your gut hangs low, and you can feel the hairs on your skin gently brushing against the carpet.

Your newer occupant gets comfortable, and stops moving. Or, more realistically, has ran out of oxygen.

But there's plenty of movement. Your gut is working hard to start digesting your prey, muscles contracting and shifting the mass in your gut to the optimal position and covering it with stomach acid. You can feel and see your prey getting moved inside you, and the twitching underside of your gut rubs against your pulsing groin.

While the class resumes as normal, you feel eyes on you occasionally. Sometimes you'll catch your fellow students in the act of staring- some don't even bother to pretend like they weren't- but every time you start to turn your head a certain direction, you can see a head of curly hair quickly snap back to looking at the front of the room.

Your groin aches with need, your underwear is getting a bit wet, but, as far as your familial ties will get you, you won't be able to get away with jacking off in the middle of class. There are some rules you can't break, after all.

That said, if you happened to orgasm hands-free, nobody would notice. Or at least, nobody would be able to prove anything, not with so much covered by... Well, by yourself. You leaned back and drummed your fingers on your tight, misshapen gut, right over where the head and shoulders of one of your victims prey lie still.

You decide that if you wanted to cum, you'd probably need a third inside of you. And that could be left for another time. Maybe later that evening, maybe with the cutie who keeps staring at you when he doesn't think you're looking. You could eat someone else and then invite him over to play.

For now, there'd be no doubt everyone would be too afraid to sit near you for a while, but eventually they'd relax, and you'd be able to get a snack in class next time you needed it. Until then, you can settle for eating before and after class like everyone else.