Hungry - A Wendigo Plans To Feast On His Delectable Neighbour - Same Size Vore (AUDIO ONLY!!) "Hello?" the unsuspecting victim says, casually as the rustle of plastic bags could be heard from the phone. "Who is this?".... "ugh, so annoying" and hangs up. But he just wanted to confirm that it was really her he was looking at. His eyes went red as he stared off into the apartment across the street. Her curtains were always open and he'd lusted after her flesh for a long time. Now, thanks to an extremely gullible old hag who politely gave him the young lady's cellphone number after he helped buzz her into the apartment building, he could finally access her. But what would he say? How would he do it? The how's and why's didn't matter anymore. It had been months that she moved into that apartment, day in and day out of looking at that soft, supple skin of hers. He wondered what it was like to have skin so soft that it needed to be devoured. All of her looked delicious, but her buttery skin was the icing on the cake. He would stalk her building just to watch her walk to work and a few times he made it inside just to work out which number apartment she lived at. When he found that out, he broke the lock to her mailbox, just so he could find her name. Penelope Raven it said on a clothing store bill, and he ran with it. In his mind, everything he did was normal. To him, it was pure infatuation, nothing creepy at all! It was only when he Googled her name and found out where she worked where he took a step back and asked himself what the hell he thought he was doing, but that thought disappeared as soon as it manifested. He brushed it away like a nuesence. The problem is that Wendigos survive on eating humans, but this one, this one was special. You could smell the coconut oil on her skin from a football field away, you could feel the tiny soft hair that caressed her skin in your mouth when you only looked at it, you could taste her juices squirting as you imagined digging your fangs deep into her neck. No, she wasn't just any old snack. This was a feast. And a feast he shall have. Or so he thought...