I guess the last thing I want to share is how all my venting and anger really amused her.
Stocking has a friend that she does over the phone vore stories with. She puts a pillow between her knees and humps it while texting back and forth with this other voreaphile girl.
I hated her. I don't know why, really, she seemed OK, but Stocking would always tell me that Missy wouldn't even put as much love into eating me as she would. She wouldn't savor me.
This really made me mad, and very often, Stocking would ask "What would I do if...", and I would describe violent and horrific scenarios where I would torture and abuse her friend because of something she did. One of my favorites was finding her friend at a small size, then using Super Glue to stick every part of her body together and attach he to a counter or something, so she has nothing to do but wait for a slow and painful death from thirst.
She reveled in these. All that positive attention I gave her, killing her friend for eating her. How romantic.
Don't pity Stocking. She loved every second of all the attention I gave her.