Naomi Thompson<br/><br/>The thing I cared about was the girl sitting forlorn in the middle of the floor, her legs extended around her bulging tum that I knew contained another vore who absolutely didn’t belong in there.<br/><br/>It wasn’t moving as much as I’d hoped it would be.<br/><br/>“Hey hon,” I said, softly, crouching down beside her to place one hand on her shoulder and another on her belly. “How’re you doing? What’s your name?”<br/><br/>She sniffled, a little. “Jessica. Jess. I’m just Jess. I’ve never… but it feels so<span style="font-style: italic">right</span>being<span style="font-style: italic">full</span>down there…” she half-cried. “I didn’t<span style="font-style: italic">mean</span>to, but she<span style="font-style: italic">dared</span>me and now I have and I<span style="font-style: italic">can’t</span>get her<span style="font-style: italic">out</span>. She wasn’t very nice, but she doesn’t deserve… she was so<span style="font-style: italic">pretty</span>,” the words poured forth in a torrent. “Am I going to be expelled?” She asked, frightened.<br/><br/>It wasn’t a good sign that she was already talking about the Eta Beta Eta in her tum in the<span style="font-style: italic">past</span>tense.<br/><br/>I nodded a gentle agreement, and bent my head to her belly. “And how are you doing in there?” I asked, patting the smooth skin of its stretched-out surface.<br/><br/>“Oh Goddess get me out you have to get me out of here,” I heard, the words muffled and half-jumbled together. “It’s<span style="font-style: italic">tight</span>and<span style="font-style: italic">wet</span>and I can’t<span style="font-style: italic">breathe</span>. It<span style="font-style: italic">burns</span>and my skin’s<span style="font-style: italic">itchy</span>and I know I shouldn’t<span style="font-style: italic">scratch</span>but I can’t<span style="font-style: italic">help</span>it and… and… the skin on my<span style="font-style: italic">thigh’s</span>is<span style="font-style: italic">peeling off</span>...”<br/><br/>I grimaced, at Xarces and Clif. Things weren’t good. Jess didn’t seem like the type to eat many boys, and now her stomach was making up for lost time with- “Melanie,” Jess said miserably. “Her name’s Melanie.”<br/><br/>“Melanie, listen to me,” I said. “Don’t worry. I’m with Vore Response and we’re going to rescue you - but you<span style="font-style: italic">have</span>to help us help you. Now,” I asked, “how much space do you have down there? Can you push to create a bit  more.”<br/><br/>“A-almost none,” Melanie stammered. “I’ve been<span style="font-style: italic">trying</span>to, but the<span style="font-style: italic">stomach’s</span>been squeezing back and my arms and legs are exhausted. It’s all I can do to keep it from closing over me.”<br/><br/>I turned, and shook my head - it seemed like we weren’t going to be able to rely on Melanie to rescue herself.<br/><br/>“Okay,” I continued softly. “Jess, let’s try this. Can you think about squeezing from the<span style="font-style: italic">bottom</span>of your belly, and bring Mel up<span style="font-style: italic">gently</span>.”<br/><br/>She tried. Mel screamed.<br/><br/>“Stop.” I commanded, and, mercifully, Jess<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>. Looking at the situation, I could see why. A very hungry tummy filled with a girl she didn’t really like… and<span style="font-style: italic">instinct</span>was a powerful thing in those circumstances.<br/><br/>It was time, past time, to get serious.<br/><br/>“Alright,” I said, “here’s what we’re going to do. Jess, you’re not experienced enough to release Mel, and Mel’s not strong enough to force her way out. So we’re going to<span style="font-style: italic">rope</span>her out. Xarces will take a line into your tum, Jess, and he’ll sooth your stomach whilst we pull Mel up, then we’ll pull him out in turn.”<br/><br/>In truth, that last part was a bit optional, especially if Jess looked like she was in a sufficient state to need a good meal.<br/><br/>“But I can’t,” Jess half-wailed. “This whole mess started because I<span style="font-style: italic">couldn’t</span>eat that boy,” she nodded to the figure trembling in the corner.