Love at First Taste
Warning: Contains vore, nudity and sex
The 7 a.m. alarm sounded and already Greg feared that they were gonna be late. Pressed against the teen’s chest was a wall of warm flesh. He tried to push off from the woman’s back, but felt her clench his member buried deep in her buttocks. Heather peaked over her shoulder. Though she was still tired, she still managed to give a mischievous smile before laying her head back on the pillow.
“You realize what I’m going to have to do, don’t you?” Greg threatened.
“Why no, love.” Heather moaned with unconvincing innocence. “What are you going to have to do?”
It had to be done. Without warning Greg pushed Heather onto her belly to give himself more room. He placed his hands on her waist and positioned himself for his next move. He felt Heather tense up in anticipation beneath him and then drove his remaining length as deep as he could in one bold thrust. Heather clenched again and let out a squeak of joy. Greg pulled out ever so delicately, only to thrust back into her sphincter with greater force than before. His beloved could barely contain her ecstasy. He repeated the motion again and again and again until finally she and he let out a gasp of bliss. Greg collapsed onto his lover’s immense back. Heather propped herself onto her elbows and gave him a kiss on the forehead in gratitude.
Then the pair jumped into the shower to quickly wash off all the sweat and juices from last night. It was a struggle not to make more as each washed the hard-to-reach spots of the other. Heather’s bare F-cup breasts brushed teasingly over Greg’s head, which didn’t bother him too much. What did irk him was when she used her massive eight foot height to completely block the shower water.
“You smell that?” Greg inquired, taking a big whiff as he washed the last of the suds out of his hair. “Hmm.”
“Oh don’t tell me you farted.” Heather complained. “You’re gonna ruin the nice morning I was having.”
“It’s pancakes miss complainy pants.” Greg said matter-of-factly. “Your mom’s making pancakes.”
“Oh God.” Heather’s tone and expression mirrored those from her earlier bout in bed. “I love mom’s pancakes.”
They hurried down for breakfast, wearing nothing more than their traditional knee-high loincloths. Heather, standing at her full height of eight feet, a little above average for a biggun her age, sat down at the table first. Greg, at five foot six, took his natural seat in her lap and rested his back against her warm trim belly, the pouch of his cloth holding is two foot member hung from her knee. Two plates of delicious syrupy pancakes sat before them. Greg began work on the first of his short stack while Heather downed three of her foot high stack in one gulp. Across from them sat Heather’s parents. Heather’s father and littleun mother sat side by side in the lap of her ten foot biggun mother; all were also wearing their loincloths except for her father’s business scarf, leaving all tops unashamedly visible to the world.
While the adults talked about various business plans and setting out their tasks for the week, Heather let out a sigh. “What’s wrong, love.” Greg inquired.
Heather turned to face the empty chair to her right. “I miss Sophie.”
Sophie was Heather’s younger sister. The kid was a littleun and had only recently started middle school. When they were younger, Sophie would always play together with her sister and brother-in-law. The three were almost inseparable. However, last year Sophie was claimed by a biggun named Ophelia as her littleun mate and moved in with her family, just as Greg had moved in with his biggun’s family.
“Hey there.” Greg held Heather’s hand in his and looked at her softly. “I miss her too, but there’s no need to fret. I know how she feels, so trust me when I say she’s missing you just as much.” Greg said, his mind on his own parents and siblings and how infrequently he visited them. “Besides, you’ve got me to keep you company until then.” He reached up and gently placed his hand on her cheek.
Heather stroked Greg’s arm with the ends of her fingers. Nothing calmed her down quite like the feel of her mate’s touch. She then moved his arm toward her lips and began suckling his hand past his wrist, teasing his fingers with her tongue.
“Are you two ever going to eat?” Heather’s father asked. The pair blushed and quickly dug into their breakfast, finishing just in time to catch the bus.
The scene on the bus was rather typical. The occupants wore only their loincloths, backpacks, purses, and the lilleun bus driver’s hat. Heather managed to grab an empty seat in the fourth row and Greg found his seat on her left leg, not the middle of her lap. Greg pulled out his study sheet for his early morning routine while Heather silently looked around the bus.
It goes without saying that everyone was sitting with their bond mates. That is to say that the bigguns were occupying the actual seats while the man and littleun sat comfortably in her lap. However, being highschoolers and hormonal teenagers, few could be bothered to actually sit peacefully. Directly to Heather’s left a biggun had her man half way down her throat, her face unable to hide the overwhelming pleasure the mere taste of her lover was providing. In her lap sat her littleun who was occupying herself with her man’s bottom half while her legs disappeared somewhere in the biggun’s groin. Now vore had always been considered an acceptable way of expressing affection, but indecency laws were very real regarding public sex. Fortunately, inside a school bus wasn’t technically considered public.
Behind them a biggun was sitting Indian style with her mates humping between her legs. She seemed to be fighting the urge to scarf them down or shove them into her womb as she gently embraced them against her bosom, her tongue hanging out like an excited dog. Heather glanced behind to see a pair of bigguns sharing a bus seat. Both had distended bellies but the one on the left had her littleun in her lap while the one on the right’s belly wouldn’t stop bouncing. All three visible people were sharing a conversation interrupted by left biggun taking occasional licks of her littleun’s back.
Eventually Heather turned to look down at her Greg and the empty space on her right leg. Without warning, Greg’s vision was completely shrouded in darkness as his head and most of his neck was engulfed in Heather’s mouth. He dropped his paper and struggled to pry her lips off him. “What’s the deal?” Greg asked with clear annoyance. “I was in the middle of studying. Why’d you…” Greg paused when he saw the look on her face. “What’s wrong?” he asked with concern.
“Greg.” Heather hesitated. “Do you think I’m ugly?”
Greg was a bit shocked. Heather had never asked him that before. He shook his head with a light grin, turned around in her lap and gave her a hug beneath her voluptuous breasts. Greg could barely get his hands around her back and she defiantly couldn’t see his warm smile past her cleavage, but he knew that she knew that he was giving it his best. “Now where on earth would you get an idea like that?”
“Why don’t we have a littleun?” Heather asked, waving her hand over her vacant leg.
It was starting to come to Greg. “I don’t know.” Greg admitted. “I guess we just haven’t found the right one yet.”
“You mean I haven’t found the right one yet.” Heather was doing her best to hold back the tears. Greg said nothing. “You remember the first time we met?” She stuttered.
“How could I not?” Greg smiled.
It really was a dumb question, especially considering how often Heather used to brag about it. Heather’s parents had just dropped her off at one of the community run daycares and she was bawling in the corner. Greg was the first to come over and invite her to play. They were the same age and even though she was on her knees, Greg could tell that Heather was a full head taller than him. Greg held out his hand and introduced himself. Heather wiped the tears away and took his hand into her mouth.
Greg didn’t pull away since he knew how bigguns were. His biggun sister Cecelia had once sat him down in her lap and told him that that all bigguns have a compulsion to lick people. They did it so often that it was considered polite for bigguns to greet people with a lick. Greg’s experience in daycare confirmed this after every biggun in class had tasted him within his first hour of arrival. When he asked his sister why this was, she told him that there was some scientific explanation, but she didn’t know how to make it make sense to him.
Instead Cecelia told him that it was because bigguns had the responsibility of forming bonds. She explained that bigguns had special tongues which could determine whether or not a man or littleun would was their bond-mate. The romantics liked to say that for each biggun there was one man and one littleun who were perfect matches for one another. And modern science had found little ground to contest this. Cecelia explained that bigguns are on a constant search for their bond mates and will try every man and littleun in their path. She went on to say that tasting people was simply an enjoyable thing to do as each person had their own unique taste and it was a fun way to learn about a person since supposedly flavor was based on personality.
Cecelia then leaned in close, as if to share some juicy secret, to which Greg responded with excitement. She told him that a biggun would always know her bond mate by the strength of their taste. “All people tasted good,” she said, “but a bond mate is just…” She paused briefly, then chomped his little body into her mouth. Greg was rolled around her mouth for a moment, her soft warm tongue running over every square inch of his body, and then she swallowed. Cecelia later pooped him out into the bath tub and both their mothers forced her to clean him up.
All this was running through Greg’s mind as the little girl before him had his fingers in her mouth. Most of the other bigguns had stopped there, but before long his entire hand had vanished into her maw. Greg tried to pull back slightly, but Heather grabbed his arm firmly and guided it further into her gullet. Before Greg could protest further, he saw the look of pure pleasure on her face. It was a yearning driven by a hunger not for his flesh, but for him. From there, a feeling of euphoria washed over him as well. Greg suddenly became weak in the knees with anticipation of what was to come. He relaxed his body and was ready to let nature take its course. One of the parent-teachers eventually noticed and broke the both of them out of their daze. Heather relaxed her throat and allowed Greg to pull out the rest of his arm. Heather finally stood to her full height. The two stared into each other’s eyes briefly and then embraced. They had found each other.
“Well,” Heather continued. “When I found out what had happened and that I had chosen you and all, I was really proud of myself. All the other girls and even the teachers said I was really mature for my age.”
“I remember.” Greg chimed in. “They said the same for both of us.”
“Do you remember how I would always show you off?”
“Vaguely.” Greg answered. “I did spend most of that time in your stomach after all.” Greg smiled as he reminisced about how Heather would always stuff him down her gullet while they were out on the playground. They were even some of the youngest kids to play slip’n’slide; a game where a guy went up the biggun’s butt to the waist and the winner was the last guy to still be able to walk before they had sunk too deep.
“It didn’t bother you that I was just using you for attention?”
Greg looked sternly at Heather. “I never looked at it that way and I know you didn’t either. There’s nothing wrong with being proud of yourself for finding the guy you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Now tell me what this has to do with US not having a littleun.”
Heather hung her head a bit. “What if we waited too late?” The picture was starting to come together for Greg. “What if I got so wrapped up with people telling me how great I was for finding my guy so early that I never even bothered to look for my littleun? What if we never find her? What if I never get to be a mom? What if… Ouch!” Heather yelped.
Greg had pinched her stomach. “Heather. You and I are bond mates. We’re supposed to share everything. I’m kinda hurt that you didn’t tell me about this sooner, but at the same time I really should have seen the signs. As bond mates we also share responsibilities to one another. That means I’m just as responsible as you for not finding OUR littleun. It’s not your fault. Understand?”
Heather wiped away the tears forming in her eyes and embraced her love. “Thank you.”
“Don’t worry about it. Besides, if we don’t have a littleun yet it probably just means we haven’t found her yet. And we will find her soon.” Greg assured confidently. “That’s a promise.”
Heather smiled gratefully and held out her pinky. Greg locked his pinky with hers and the agreement was set as the bus finally arrived at school.