You sighed and walked over to join Brooke's group. A few of them, you were already... mildly acquainted with. The goth chick, for example, had been a winner with you a few weeks back. You'd been too exhausted to fight her for the "gold" prize, some Korean woman who was apparently more of a challenge than anything, due to her monstrous libido and oddly high sensitivity. You'd ended up with the "silver" prize: some pale Irish woman with a hot accent and a cunt that was a faucet once she got going. You couldn't remember the goth chick's name, so you raised an eyebrow at her to silently ask her.
"Sam. You're Nicky, I remember you." She said, crossing her pale arms and pushing her fat, jiggly breasts up and slightly out of her slightly unzipped black hoodie. Her lips, covered in black lipstick, blew some black and blue hair out of her face as she looked you up and down, as you did the same back to her. Her thicc thighs of her black sweatpants rubbed against each other as she shifted her weight from one boot-clad foot to the other. "You know anyone else here? Besides Brooke, I mean. And that black piece of ass over there. The one you hopped immediately last time. "
"Maybe." You answered, your gaze shifting over to the older MILF beside you with the fake tits that defied gravity within her blouse. Her roots were showing, despite her otherwise bright blonde hair. Her short skirt allowed you to realize just how long and sexy her bare legs were, made sexier by the sparkly and gaudy heels she was wearing. She giggled and winked at you, probably hoping her decades of experience as a hopper would help her get to the final three.
"You remember me, right?" Yuki, the svelte Japanese woman in the little group cooed, a saccharine smirk on her adorable face. "You hopped me a few weeks back, remember? Ahhh... I still have the taste of my own pussy on the tip of my tongue..." She whispered, causing you to chuckle and lick your lips. Dressed in only that tight-fitting leotard, holding every small, perfect curve in her body, you felt the urge to challenge her right then and there. She could, based on your own experience, literally lick her own pussy with ease! And the horny slut knew that everybody wanted to try it out! "Well? Nicky, you wanna-"
"You guys know that that other group is like... almost all vore users, right?" Brooke hissed, her eyes darting over to the opposing group. The group, which contained Mrs. Axe, Ms. Collins, the other trophy wife in the room, the raven-haired pregnant woman, and the redheaded futanari with the huge cock lifting up her skirt, were all staring at your group. "If we... like, divide and conquer, we could deal with them all. Truce until then?"
"...I dunno." You whispered, getting a better look at the vore users across the room. Mrs. Axe was her usual self, a chunky black woman with an amazing ass that magnetized every set of eyes in the room. Ms. Collins was thicc, pregnant, and obviously a bit horny... maybe another hopper had taken her before the "party", actually. The other pregnant woman looked just as horny and kept glancing at Ms. Collins. And... you swore you saw some wet spots around two little bumps on her fat tits, staining her "Momma Bear" white-collar shirt. And... was there a tear in the front of her red leggings? Suspicious...
"C'mon Nicky!" Brooke hissed, grabbing the sleeve of your jacket and pulling on it as you continued to stare at the vore user group. The other trophy wife... the longer you looked at her, the more she seemed like the one in your group. The only real difference was that "enhanced" ass that was stretching out her sundress. Possibly cousins? Sisters? There was a solid chance they were planning on teaming up at some point. Lastly... the redhead. She was starting to stroke her cock and lick her rosy red lips. Her t-shirt was just as sweaty as her pale freckled face, her sandals-clad feet tapping the floor impatiently. She... well, if she was like Mercy, it might've been "her week", flip-flopping her power for the duration. If that was the case... she'd be familiar with both vore powers and hopper powers, giving her an advantage in whatever power she had at the time. Definitely a big threat...
"Hop on in and see what happens this time!" Mrs. Axe suddenly shouted, stomping over to you with her hands on her wide hips. Her t-shirt and yoga pants clung to her thicc body, her ass continuing to jiggle even as she stopped walking. "Niiiicky... I wouldn't mind a bit of extra mass from you! Try it, I DARE!" She taunted, spreading her arms wide to tempt you to try and hop her. The worst part? It was working...
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