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Everything changed since the day Jess had fed Landrey's pet. The three of them, Dr. V, Jess and Cori were no longer the only ones privy to "research" being conducted far under the city.

The day after, Landrey was down inside the facility, talking with Dr. V behind closed doors. When he came out, she promptly left, but Dr. V had stood there for several moments, a contented look on his face. "Bless that woman."

Soon thereafter, he called in Jess and Cori to talk with them. The potential of the organisms he could create was enormous, far more than he'd ever realized. The reason was, simply, that when you really broke it down, the actual cost of a woman's body was quite low. The revival technology quite proven, tested, and safe and cost-effective to maintain once it was set up. The organisms had been extensively tested and researched, too. The possibilities it opened up for research, and the usage of specifically bred animals, was astounding.

There were several problems yet to tackle. First, through some quirk he did not yet understand, cloning was impossible. Even if he had wanted to do so, only one imprint of each girls' consciousness could be stored at time. The imprints, and revival process, persisted everything about a girl. If she spent a day being eaten, when she woke up the next, she would be one day older just as if she hadn't. This created a supply problem.

The second issue was safety. Although the organisms and technology were extensively tested, and could be set up with five-nine reliability (Cori recalled asking what that meant: "99.999%"), the process was slow. The infrastructure could only be safely built at a slow rate, so the actual raw number of potential organisms and food supply for them had to be grown and managed with care.

Jess and Cori were in a unique position, as they controlled the entire food supply. Ever shrewd, Jess negotiated a deal for them. They were now the first two founders of "Feeder Girls," a shell company set up to coordinate and manage their duties. Right now, they could only afford to bring on one new girl every two months.

Although they tried to keep it under wraps as best they could, it was inevitable the word would spread. It didn't help that as a part of the contract, Cori had guaranteed that they got really cute uniforms.

* * *

Cori hopped down the steps out of her apartment, thumbing to her calendar on her phone. She stared at it for a second, and sighed. She loved her job. She was obligated to work for the next year, but it paid really well. And, she thought, lets be honest - she would do this for free.

But every now and then, scheduling mishaps happened. She had two appointments today. That wasn't a problem, only that, each appointment would take all day. Sometimes she'd thumb through the creature files, flipping through them, looking at the pictures and information, imagining. But she didn't really need to. She knew quite well how most of the creatures worked. Cori sat down on the bottom stair, and pondered over what she should do.

The city was large and populated, but right now the street wasn't busy. A familiar looking woman walked past Cori. She smiled, and said, "I like your outfit." Cori thanks her, and watched. The woman turned to go up the steps to the apartment next to hers.

"Would you want one of these, too?"

Her neighbor paused, keys almost to the door, and turned to look at her, deciding in her head for a moment. "Yeah. I like it. What does 'feeder girl' mean?"

"Well, this is gonna sound crazy..." The neighbor waited, sensing Cori was under some stress. "Actually, sorry, nevermind. I shouldn't ask you. Sorry to bring it up." Cori turned back and looked at her phone again.

This piqued her neighbor's curiosity. Her empathy got the better of her, and so she decided to help. She turned around and sat on the bottom stair of her stoop, her arms draped over her knees, looking over at Cori. "Try me."

Cori looked over, surprised. "Well, I work for an animal food company. I was scheduled for two appointments today, and can only attend to one of them."

"Oh. Animal food." She nodded her head slightly, that's why the outfit said 'Feeder Girl.'

"The animals we care for are extremely rare, and its hard to get enough food to them, so if we miss appointments, they'll likely die." Cori looked genuinely sad and flustered about this, and it tugged at her neighbor's heartstrings.

"I've got today off. I'll help!" She actually loathed her job, it didn't pay for the amount of time it took up. She didn't keep many friends as a result. Spending a day helping out her neighbor would be perfect.

"Well, the thing is..."

"No I don't want to hear it. I also want that outfit. What do we do next?"

"You really should know - the food is-"

"I told you, I'm helping. What's next?"

Cori decided that, when the time came, she wouldn't hold her neighbor to it. "First, we need to get you set up. Come on in." Cori stood up, and walked back into her place.

They entered into Cori's bedroom, which almost seemed like it was from the future. A pristine display and keyboard set out, and it looked though there was vaguely machinery embedded in the area around it.

"Hey, uhh...I'm Cori by the way."

"I'm Cindy." The two girls shook hands. Cindy was much shorter than Jess, but both had red hair which fell past their shoulders. The girl had a spry, ease of movement that only came with being in shape. Cori booted her computer up, logged in, and opened up some sort of chat program where she dialed someone. Cindy could see herself on the monitor as Cori adjusted the camera to see both of them.

Suddenly, an old man popped up on the screen. He stared at it, not speaking.

"Hello?" Cori asked.

The man jumped a bit. "Oh hello! How are you, Cori?"

"I'm kinda stressed. I have two daylong appointments scheduled for today. Hey, meet Cindy." Cindy waved into the camera and saw her hand flash across the screen moments later. Cori turned to Cindy and said, "this is Dr. V."

Dr. V typed and clicked around for a moment. "Oh my, you do. This isn't good."

"So I was wondering, can we add another girl yet?"

"Actually, yes. Have you...explained?"

Cori turned to Cindy. "I already said I would help!"

"Dr. V, could you pull up the feed of Pell farms?" Cori realized, he was actually subtly proud of herself. She sounded like a real businesswoman.

A screen flitted up, showing an open area in front of endless rows of neatly organized greenery. On the ground in front, there was a huge slug slowly moving around. "Last year, this farm couldn't produce anything because it was totally wiped out by parasites. Tons and tons of pesticides were used, but all that did was kill a bunch of other stuff besides parasites."

Cindy pointed at the slug. "Whoa...that's huge."

"That's a bell slug. They were bred and designed to clear the invading parasites, and they've also eliminated the need for pesticides." Cindy glanced back up at the greenery gently swaying in the wind, stretching back over rolling hills past the horizon. The scale of it...this was impressive.

"So those are the animals you need to feed?"

"Yes."

"What do they eat?"

"Women."

Cindy smiled and let out a small chuckle, looking quickly back and forth between Dr. V and Cori. Her smile left her face when she realized they were both staring at her intently. She wasn't breathing, and could acutely feel her thumping heartbeat. All she could do was squeak out, "What?"

Cori replied, "The animals we feed...they eat women."

"You want to feed to some slugs? You want me to DIE? Y-"

"No no no no!" Shouted Cori, silencing Cindy. "Not anything like that at all. You see that?" She pointed at the machinery embedded in the wall around her bed. Cindy stared at it blankly.

"That will bring you back." Cindy was still silent.

Dr. V jumped in. "I'd be happy to explain exactly how it works. You see, we can safely monitor and transfer your consciousness from..."

Cindy wasn't listening. Her world was shifting beneath her. They wanted what?

She cut into Dr. V's explanation and looked straight at Cori. "Why would I want to feed myself to slugs?"

Cori blushed, shrunk a little bit, and started twisting one of her bangs between her fingers. "Because it feels amazing." Cindy was still in shock.

Cori put a hand on her shoulder. "Cindy, I know this all sounds really crazy. You can leave if you want. In fact, what makes the slugs safe is that they're empaths. They don't just feed on your body, but they feed on your feelings too. The only food they CAN eat has to be willing or else its too painful for them."

Cindy was starting to come back down to earth. That's what 'Feeder Girls' meant. She stared at Cori, who was peering back at her, completely concerned and authentic. She was kind of adorable. "So to get an outfit, I have to feed myself to slugs? You've gotta be kidding me."

"Actually," Dr. V cut in, "We have very limited capacity on who we can revive at the moment. If you were to be employed, you'd need to sign on for a minimum of 12 months. You would also receive a generous salary."

Salary? This was all still so insane. The printer on Cori's desk started spitting a piece of paper out. Dr. V spoke, "Cori, could you hand her that? That would be your compensation."

Cori handed Cindy the paper, and Cindy's breath caught in her throat again when she saw it.

"How can I believe any of this? Why on earth would you pay this much?"

Cori put both her hands on Cindy's shoulders, and looked straight into her eyes. "Because recruiting girls who want to get eaten is really hard. But I promise you, it's really important. The animals are really important. They'll die if we don't." Cori was earnestly intense. "I promise, it feels fantastic and you'll love the experience."

Dr. V piped up again. "If you'd like, I can print out a check and you can go deposit it before doing anything else, if that would reassure you of our legitimacy."

Cindy was completely adrift. "How does it feel fantastic?"

Cori looked down, blushing slightly again. "I mean...sexually..." Cori glanced back up at her, kind of embarrassed. She was really attractive. This was a lot of money.

"Why do I have to sign up for 12 months?"

Dr. V responded, "We only have the capacity to safely revive three girls at the moment. We're currently at two. The creatures we've bred serve extremely vital functions across the world, so we can't afford anything less. By then, hopefully, we'll have much greater capacity."

Cindy unconsciously rose her index finger into her mouth and lightly bit it, eyes staring off to the side, her mind elsewhere. "If this is so important, how come I've never heard of it? Wouldn't this be all over the news?"

"It will be, just not yet. We don't have to do much work to keep it under wraps - most people have a really hard time believing it regardless."

Everything about this intrigued her, and scared her. "So what if I say yes?"

Dr. V piped up again, "First, we'll need you to sign a contract. Then, we'll integrate you into our revival system and provide gear for you. We'll also need to install a revival unit in your home. But, for the time being, you'll use Cori's."

"What's revival like?"

Cori answered, "It's like waking up from a nice night of sleep."

"So I'll wake up in your bed?"

"For now, yeah." At this a very subtle and devious smile lifted Cindy's right lip up millimeters, but Cori didn't notice. "I'm really sorry to spring this all on you, but we haven't been able to find anyone, and we need somebody today. If you're not going to, then I'll need to leave immediately to try to make both appointments."

Cindy had already decided. "I'll do it."

* * *

The car shook slightly each time as Cori and Cindy slammed their doors shut. Cori unlocked the door to the small house - there was a large fence enclosing everything. Inside it was neat, the windows were open, and the wind occasionally made the curtains on the window wave at them as they walked through.

Out back, there was a porch, some land, and then a large clear barrier between the house and the crops. Cindy's was anxious and excited, and a part of her deathly scared. "So because I'm here you don't, but usually you'll need to send your outfit back to yourself. You'll get a bunch of boxes that look like this, they're already paid for and addressed to your place. Right now you can just give it to me."

The thought kind of stuck with her. She'd be putting her outfit in this box, because no other part of her would be leaving. She'd be food.

She was nervous about this part, but oh well. Slowly, she slinked her pants down around her knees, conscious of her complete nudity in front of her neighbor. Cori didn't seem at all uncomfortable. Handing them over, she grabbed at the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, her breasts bobbing out.

Cori looked at her new coworker. She had ample, creamy breasts that hung out picture perfect from her chest. Despite being short, she had none of the typical short stockiness, her well defined thighs and a firm round ass filling out a proportional and aesthetic form. Cori saw the shirt lifted above Cindy's eyes causing her hair to fall messily across her face, and two excited and nervous eyes locking into hers. Cindy silently handed the shirt to Cori, neither of them breaking eye contact.

"What now?"

Cori pointed out into the enclosure, where there was a piece of furniture which sort of resembled a lounging pool chair, except with large gaps in between. "Now you go lay down on that, and wait."

"Will it hurt?"

Cori felt compassion for the girl and her nerves. "No I promise it won't. These slugs would stop feeding on you if it did."

Cindy gave Cori a nervous smile, and walked towards the clear barrier, opening the door and stepping through. The temperature was great, and the sun felt nice on her body. She walked up to the small piece of furniture, and lowered herself onto it belly-down. It was actually quite comfortable - her breasts dangled down through one of the openings, her arms and legs off the sides, and she could comfortably rest her head whatever way she wanted. She looked around, not seeing any slugs, so she closed her eyes and felt the sun beat down on her.

Well, Cori thought, Cindy can't be that nervous. It looks like she's tanning. Slowly, a form caught Cori's eye, a slug emerging from the thick vegetation and making its way into the clearing. These slugs were quite large - most were between 3 and 4 feet long. As the slug slowly crawled towards Cindy, the girl made no indication she knew it was there.

Wait. Was she sleeping!?

Cori walked up to the barrier, and banged on the glass several times. Cindy opened her eyes, looking back behind her at Cori, who she saw pointing beside her into the enclosure. Cindy looked over, and saw a slug way larger than she was used to several feet away from her. Her heart started beating. Was she really going to do this? She had to. But...really?

The slug's crawl was slow and weak. The thing actually didn't look in the best health. She could reach out and touch it now.

Well, Cindy thought, I mine as well test the waters. She lifted her hand out to it, grazing her fingers over its pursed mouth, a light coating of slime coming off onto her fingertips. "Are you gonna eat me, little guy?"

The slug opened its mouth and Cindy saw a large, conelike tongue inside. She knew they used them to slowly grind off and eat the parasites on the plants. But that didn't really mean anything to her. She dangled her hand inside its mouth, which promptly closed. She smiled a bit - the tongue was running all over her palm, and it was a mixture between a tickle and a massage. It felt nice. In fact, it felt great. Her hand was somewhat warm, and she knew it was the slug rubbing an aphrodisiac acid into her skin with its tongue. It would slowly digest away her body, layer by layer, strengthening the slug.

But these thoughts didn't linger. It felt really nice. She rested her head again, and let the slug's tongue run all over her hand, between her fingers. She felt it slowly bit further and further up her wrist and start going up her arm. She rested, eyes closed in anticipation. She liked this.

That's when she felt another mouth close around her other hand dangling off the other side. Startled, she opened her eyes, to see a good number of large slugs hurrying towards her. The first of the pack to arrive started eating her hand. She waited, enjoying the sensations, kind of excitedly nervous about the large slugs sliding under her seat where she couldn't see.

She felt a soft mouth clamp down around one of her breasts, a tongue rub in and over her nipple. Oh my. She felt it slurp further up around her breast, the suction strengthening how hard her nipple was in its mouth. The slug dangled somewhat down off her body, half its body resting on the ground.

She felt other slugs travel up around the sides of lounge chair, their soft mouths closing on her body and pliant tongues rubbing across her skin. One of them clamped down the side of her torso, just above the hip, and her body shivered with pleasure. The feeling was half tickle, half erotic. She'd often have lovers persuade her by biting her there. Another slug clamped down on the other side, causing her body to quiver for a moment, and she relaxed back into the sensations, starting to lose her thoughts to feeling.

But there was one thing she was really anticipating. She felt the slimy presence of a slug brush down along her inner thigh. She felt it ooze up between her hips, and spread them out to give it space. Her anticipation hit a peak, and her breath caught in her mouth as she felt the slug's mouth clamp down over her pussy. Oh no.

The slug rubbed its tongue all over her clit, causing her to breath faster. This felt really good. She wanted more. As if on cue, the slug more passionately rubbed its slime into her skin, tasting her, digesting her, Cindy's breathing intensified. Oh fuck. This felt fantastic. Then she wondered: had it just responded to her?

These slugs were empaths. They weren't just feeding on her body, but on her feelings themself. Her body quaked with pleasure as the tongue rubbed more aggressively and accurately in the right spots around her clit. "Mmm..." she hummed, wanting the tongue to explore further inside of her.

She felt its tip travel up along the lips of her pussy, and gently pushed inside of her. A small moan escaped her as the slug pulsed its tongue inside her body, feeling it gently taste inside of her. She realized, two more slugs were starting to swallow their way up her legs. She let her body go limp, giving herself the horde of creatures gently licking, digesting and violating her. She especially appreciated the effort of the one hanging down between her hips.

Soon, another convulsion wracked through her body, and she moaned in earnest. Her breathing was heavy, the relentless sensation of the many slugs consuming her giving her no respite. They were so well on her, she didn't even know if she could escape if she wanted to.

She opened her eyes and was startled to find a slug's open mouth closing in around her face. She felt the tongue travel over nose, down her cheek, and then press inwards into her mouth. She sucked on its tongue, tasting it, a faint burning and satisfyingly sweet. But she couldn't breathe.

The slug remained around her head, as the sensations started subside for one thing. She couldn't breathe. She needed air. Just as the first prongs of real panic set in, the slug abruptly removed its mouth from around her face, and she gasped in deeply, breathing hard. She felt it slowly settle its mouth again around the side of her neck, and lightly run its tongue across her skin. The gesture was almost...caring. It was actually really sweet.

She tilted her head to the side to expose more of her neck to the slug, and as all of the sensations crushed back into her awareness, her body started writhing with pleasure of a more emotional timbre. These slugs actually cared about her.

Cori, meanwhile, watched her neighbor's limp body inside the enclosure, slugs writhing over her, her body occasionally convulsing, the slugs hanging of her breasts quivering slightly as Cindy seized in orgasm. Well, looks like everything was going fine. She walked back into her house, flipping out her phone to remind her of the next appointment.

Back in the enclosure, the slugs made slow work of their sublime food.

* * *

Cindy had been screaming herself hoarse, fully embracing the animalistic pleasure she was feeling. The bottom of the sun was almost going to dip down below the horizon. The slugs were feasting on her, the ones swallowing her arms and legs had made progress and ate further up towards her torso, having dissolved and digested her extremities. More had climbed onto her back, some clamped down around her taut ass cheeks, others sucking every point up and along her back.

All Cindy could do was let loose low, guttural moans, and feel the slugs slow acidic tongues digest and dissolve her away. This was unreal. This felt way too fucking good. Her eyes were closed, and although another wave of pleasure rushed through her, her body was too exhausted to shiver. She was starting to feel a level of unending, orgiastic pleasure thrum through her. It was almost agony, it was too good, too real, she felt every part of her alive and searing with pleasure. This was almost torture, except she loved it.

She felt the slugs feed on the depths of her femininity, wanting to give herself to their unrelenting need, loving how she could sate them, how hungrily they sucked on her body. She could barely move anymore, and some deep part of her relented, giving in, feeling a rush of pleasure and acceptance wash over her as the slugs had their way with her willing body.

Cindy's eyes were closed, and she no longer moaned. She would lovingly accept her fate.

* * *

The last tendrils of red light reflected off the glistening bodies of the slugs who had further digested their meal. Cindy was barely conscious, existing only on a bleeding edge of intense bliss and pleasure she'd never known before. Weakly, she opened her eyes, and stared forward into the open mouth of a slug.

No outward communication was exchanged, but the slug slowly swallowed in Cindy's head. Her jaw weekly lowered, letting the tongue push inside her mouth, down her throat. It swallowed more and more over her skull. Tears of intense, resigned, raw emotion flowed down Cindy's face, eventually to be tasted and mopped up by the slug. She felt the slug swallow around her jaw, and work down around her neck. She couldn't move, or breathe. She merely let the slug consume her, sliding further down around her. She felt everything, the most intense variant of everything she'd ever felt across the entire spectrum of her feelings. They all rested on a bed of raw pleasure, unlike anything she'd ever known. She couldn't hear anything but the smacking of the slug which had swallowed her head, and nothing but caressing tongues and hungry mouthes all over her body.

She thanked the slugs, and let them feast on the final part of her soul as she slipped quietly off into oblivion.