Catfish Milf Vore

A vore story about a catfish relationship between a young adult and a hungry milf.

Day 1:
David Roberts (25 years old) slumped onto his couch, the glow of his laptop casting an eerie light on his face. Another Friday night, another string of unanswered texts from friends who were too busy with their "real" lives to hang out. Loneliness, a constant companion in his mid-twenties, gnawed at him with renewed ferocity. He sighed and opened his laptop, the familiar dating app beckoning like a lifeline in the vast sea of solitude. Scrolling through endless profiles, he stumbled upon a picture that made his heart skip a beat. "Beatrice, 24," the profile read. Her picture showcased a stunning woman with sparkling eyes and a mischievous smile. He hesitated for a moment, then, with a surge of hope, typed out a message.
D: Hey Beatrice, I'm David. You seem really interesting. Would you like to chat sometime?
B: Hey David! Thanks for the message. Sure, I'd love to chat. What are you up to tonight?
D: Just hanging out at home, wishing I had someone to talk to.
B: Well, you've got me now ;) Tell me about yourself.
(They chat for hours, discussing their interests, hobbies, and dreams for the future. David feels a spark of connection with Beatrice, her witty replies and genuine interest making him feel seen for the first time in a long time.)
Day 2:
David woke up with a smile on his face, the memory of last night's conversation with Beatrice lingering in his mind like a pleasant dream. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so connected to someone, so understood. He grabbed his phone and eagerly checked for new messages. To his delight, Beatrice had already sent him a good morning text.
B: Good morning, handsome! Hope you have an amazing day.
D: Good morning, Beatrice! You too. What are you up to today?
B: Ugh, another day of meetings and emails. The life of a businesswoman can be so boring sometimes! How about you?
D: Just heading to work. I'm a software engineer. It's not always exciting, but I like the challenge.
B: I bet you're brilliant at it. I'm hopeless with technology. I always admire people who can make computers do their bidding!
(They exchange messages throughout the day, sharing snippets of their lives and making each other laugh. David finds himself constantly checking his phone, a Pavlovian response to the notification chime that signals a new message from Beatrice.)
Day 3:
David spent his lunch break excitedly recounting his conversations with Beatrice to his coworker, Mark. Mark, a cynical bachelor with a string of failed online dating attempts under his belt, raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"Dude, you've been talking to this girl for two days. You don't even know if she's real."
David, his enthusiasm dampened by Mark's cynicism, retorted defensively, "She seems real to me. We have so much in common, and she's really funny."
"Yeah, well, be careful," Mark warned, his voice laced with a hint of bitterness. "You never know who's on the other side of the screen. Could be a catfish, could be a bot, could be some creepy dude in his mom's basement."
David, irritated by Mark's negativity, snapped back, "Look, I appreciate your concern, but I think I can handle myself. Just because you've had bad experiences doesn't mean everyone is out to get me."
(Later that evening, David, still feeling a twinge of annoyance at Mark's cynicism, messages Beatrice.)
D: Hey Beatrice, you wouldn't believe what my coworker said today. He basically accused you of being a catfish!
B: (laughs) Oh really? That's ridiculous! I can assure you, I'm very real. And quite lovely, if I do say so myself. Though I'm starting to feel a bit lonely just being a face on a screen. Maybe you could send me a picture of yourself?
D: Sure, no problem! (He attaches a recent selfie.) There you go.
B: Wow, you're handsome! I knew you would be. I have a good feeling about you, David.
(David's heart flutters at the compliment. He feels a surge of warmth towards Beatrice, her trust and openness disarming him completely.)
Day 4:
David spends the day humming happily as he works, his mind drifting back to his conversations with Beatrice. He finds himself smiling for no reason, his heart lighter than it's been in months.
D: Hey Beatrice, what are you up to?
B: Just finished a photoshoot. I'm starving! I think I'm going to order a giant pizza just for myself. What about you?
D: Just grabbing a quick lunch at my desk. Work is crazy busy today.
B: Don't work too hard! Make sure you take some time for yourself. And eat something delicious!
(David chuckles at her emphasis on food. He finds her down-to-earth attitude refreshing.)
Day 5:
David wakes up with a jolt, his heart pounding. He'd had a dream about Beatrice, a vivid, playful dream that left him feeling both excited and strangely vulnerable. He grabs his phone and sends her a message.
D: Good morning, Beatrice. I had a dream about you last night.
B: Oh really? Tell me more ;)
(David hesitates, unsure whether to share the details of his dream. He decides to keep it lighthearted.)
D: It was just a silly dream. But it made me realize how much I enjoy talking to you.
B: Me too, David. You're a breath of fresh air. Most guys on here just want to talk about themselves, but you actually listen.
(David's heart swells with warmth. He feels truly appreciated by Beatrice.)
Day 6:
David finds himself constantly thinking about Beatrice, her laughter echoing in his mind, her words replaying in his thoughts. He feels a longing to be near her, to share his life with her.
D: Hey Beatrice, I was wondering... do you ever get lonely?
B: (responds after a long pause) Sometimes, David. It's hard being on the road all the time, away from family and friends. But I'm learning to enjoy my own company.
D: I know the feeling. It's tough being single in this city. Everyone seems to be coupled up.
B: Well, maybe we can be lonely together. ;)
(David's heart skips a beat. He feels a surge of hope, a sense that maybe, just maybe, he's found someone special.)
Day 7:
David spends the day daydreaming about Beatrice, imagining what it would be like to hold her in his arms, to share a meal with her, to simply be in her presence.
D: Beatrice, I can't stop thinking about you. You're amazing.
B: You're pretty amazing yourself, David. I'm so glad we met.
D: Me too. I feel like I can tell you anything.
B: I feel the same way. You're a great listener.
(They continue to chat late into the night, their bond deepening with every shared thought and emotion.)
Day 8:
David wakes up feeling a sense of anticipation. He has a feeling that today might be the day Beatrice finally agrees to meet him in person. He checks his phone eagerly.
B: Good morning, David. I have a confession to make. I've been having so much fun chatting with you these past few days, but I've been a little hesitant to meet in person. I'm... well, I'm a bit shy.
D: I understand. I'm a bit shy myself. But I really want to meet you, Beatrice.
B: I want to meet you too, David. How about you come over to my place tonight? I'll cook you dinner.
(David's heart leaps with joy. He can't believe his luck. He finally has a date with the woman of his dreams.)
D: I'd love to! What time should I come over?
B: How about 7:00? I'll send you my address.
(David spends the rest of the day in a flurry of excitement, getting ready for his date with Beatrice. He has no idea what awaits him at her charming apartment.)
Day 9:
David woke up with a jolt, his heart pounding. He reached for his phone, his fingers trembling as he checked for a message from Beatrice. Nothing. He frowned, a knot of anxiety forming in his stomach. Had she changed her mind? Was she having second thoughts about meeting him? He tried to push the negative thoughts aside, reminding himself that she had seemed genuinely excited about their date.
D: Good morning, Beatrice! Just wanted to make sure we're still on for tonight. I'm really looking forward to it!
(He waits anxiously for a reply, but none comes. He checks his phone every few minutes, his anxiety growing with each passing hour.)
D: (later that morning) Hey Beatrice, just checking in again. Did you get my message? I'm starting to get a little worried.
(Still no response. David's excitement begins to curdle into a bitter mix of disappointment and fear.)
D: (afternoon) Beatrice, please tell me you're okay. I'm starting to freak out a little. Did something happen?
(Silence. David's mind races with worst-case scenarios. He pictures Beatrice lying injured in her home, unable to reach her phone. He imagines her getting cold feet and ghosting him. The loneliness he'd been trying to escape crashes back down on him with renewed force.)
D: (evening) Beatrice, I'm really worried about you. Please just let me know you're alright. I don't care about the date anymore, I just want to know you're safe.
(The day ends with no word from Beatrice. David goes to bed feeling a crushing sense of disappointment and a growing fear that he's been fooled.)
Day 10:
David wakes up feeling groggy and disheartened. He checks his phone again, hoping against hope for a message from Beatrice. Still nothing. He tries to convince himself that she's just busy, that she'll explain everything when she gets a chance. But deep down, a nagging voice tells him that something is wrong.
D: Beatrice, I'm starting to think something bad has happened. Please, if you can see this, just send me a quick message to let me know you're okay.
(He sends a picture of himself looking worried, hoping to elicit a response.)
D: I'm really worried about you. I can't stop thinking about you.
Day 11:
David's anxiety continues to escalate. He tries to distract himself with work, but his mind keeps wandering back to Beatrice. He imagines all sorts of scenarios, each more terrifying than the last.
D: Beatrice, I'm begging you, please answer me. I'm going crazy not knowing what's happened.
Day 12:
David starts to feel foolish for getting so invested in someone he's never even met. He tells himself he should just move on, forget about Beatrice, and try to find someone else. But he can't shake the feeling that there's more to the story.
D: Beatrice, I know I'm probably coming across as desperate, but I can't help it. I feel like I've made a real connection with you, and I can't just let it go without knowing what happened.
Day 13:
David's frustration and worry begin to morph into anger. He feels betrayed by Beatrice's silence, her lack of consideration for his feelings.
D: Beatrice, I'm starting to get really angry. You can't just disappear like this without any explanation. It's not fair.
Day 14:
David's anger subsides, replaced by a deep sadness. He feels like he's lost someone important, even though they've never actually met.
D: Beatrice, I miss you. I miss our conversations, your laughter, your witty remarks. I miss the feeling of connection I had with you.
Day 15:
David starts to doubt himself. Was he too eager? Did he come on too strong? Did he say something to scare her off?
D: Beatrice, I'm starting to wonder if I did something wrong. Did I say something to offend you? Please, if I did, just tell me. I'll apologize.
Day 16 - Day 20:
David continues to send messages to Beatrice every day, each one filled with a mixture of hope, despair, and longing. He sends pictures of himself going about his daily routine - cooking breakfast, working at his computer, watching TV. He even sends a picture of himself lying in bed, his face etched with sadness.
D: This is my life without you. Empty.
Day 21 - Day 25:
David's desperation grows. He starts working out obsessively, convinced that Beatrice must have found him unattractive. He sends her pictures of his progress, flexing his muscles in the mirror, hoping to impress her.
D: I'm working on myself, Beatrice. I want to be the best version of myself for you.
Day 26 - Day 29:
David's hope dwindles. He starts to accept that Beatrice may never respond. He feels like a fool for letting himself get so attached to someone he's never met.
D: Beatrice, I'm giving up. I can't keep doing this to myself. I wish you all the best.
Day 30:
Just as David is about to delete Beatrice's contact, a notification pops up on his phone. His heart leaps into his throat. It's a message from Beatrice.
B: David, my dearest David! I am SO incredibly sorry for my sudden disappearance. I know this is no excuse, but I had a bit of a situation here. A new neighbor moved in, a college student, and he was driving me absolutely crazy with his loud parties and obnoxious friends. It took all my energy to deal with him, and I completely neglected my online life. But don't worry, I've finally sorted everything out, and I'm back! I've missed you terribly. How are you, my love?
(David stares at the message, his mind reeling. He can't believe she's actually responded. He feels a surge of relief, followed by a wave of anger. But ultimately, his love for Beatrice overrides all other emotions.)
D: Beatrice! I can't believe you're back! I was so worried about you. I thought you'd forgotten about me.
B: Never! You've been on my mind constantly. I'm so sorry for the worry I caused you. How about we reschedule that date? I'm free this weekend.
(David's heart soars. He can't wait to finally meet Beatrice in person.)
D: I'd love to! I'm free whenever you are.
B: Wonderful! How about you come over to my place on Saturday evening? I'll cook you a delicious dinner.
(David agrees eagerly, his heart filled with anticipation. He has no idea what awaits him at Beatrice's charming apartment.)



David stood nervously on Beatrice's doorstep, a bouquet of lilies trembling slightly in his hand. The apartment, bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun, looked quaint and inviting, a stark contrast to the sleek, modern apartment building he had pictured. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering in his stomach. After thirty days of online exchanges, he was finally about to meet Beatrice face-to-face. He pressed the doorbell, the sound echoing through the quiet neighborhood.
The door swung open, revealing a woman who, while undeniably attractive, bore little resemblance to the youthful image Beatrice had projected online. Her figure was full and voluptuous, her curves accentuated by her outfit. Her face, framed by a cascade of blonde with little streaks of silver, held a warmth and maturity that belied the playful persona he had come to know.
D: "Betty?" he stammered, his voice laced with surprise.
Beatrice, unfazed by his reaction, flashed a dazzling smile that lit up her face. "Darling, you must be David!" she exclaimed, her voice a warm, melodious sound. "Come in, come in. I'm so glad you could make it."
David, hesitant but intrigued, stepped inside. The interior of the apartment was a delightful assault on his senses. The air was thick with the scent of exotic perfumes and freshly baked pastries, a heady combination that both calmed and excited him. The walls were adorned with an eclectic mix of artwork, from classical landscapes to abstract paintings that seemed to pulsate with hidden meaning.
D: "I... uh... you look different from your pictures," he managed to say, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Beatrice chuckled, her ample bosom heaving with amusement. "Oh, darling," she purred, leading him into a cozy living room, "those were taken ages ago. A woman has to keep a little mystery, wouldn't you agree?"
David, still reeling from the initial shock, found himself seated on a plush sofa, a glass of champagne pressed into his hand. He sipped the bubbly liquid, his mind racing as he tried to reconcile the online persona with the woman sitting opposite him. He had to admit, though, that her age, while a surprise, lent her a certain allure. She reminded him of his favorite aunt, the one who always had a twinkle in her eye and a mischievous story to tell.
Beatrice, sensing his discomfort, launched into a series of captivating anecdotes. She spoke of her travels to exotic lands, her passion for art and music, her life experiences that hinted at a wisdom and depth he hadn't expected. As the evening progressed, David found himself captivated by her wit and intelligence. He began to see beyond her physical appearance, discovering a kindred spirit beneath the layers of flesh.
D: "You're not what I expected," he admitted, a hint of admiration in his voice.
B: "And what did you expect, my dear?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
D: "Someone younger, I guess," David confessed, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.
B: "And is that all that matters to you, David?" she inquired, her voice laced with a subtle challenge.
D: "No, of course not," he replied, his voice sincere. "But I can't help but be attracted to someone who looks..."
He paused, searching for the right words.
B: "Like the airbrushed models on those dating apps?" Beatrice finished his sentence, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.
David nodded, a pang of guilt washing over him. He realized how superficial he had been, judging a book by its cover.
B: "Well, David," Beatrice said, her voice softening, "I may not be the young, athletic woman you envisioned, but I promise you, I'm full of surprises." She paused, her eyes twinkling. "And I must say, I'm quite impressed with your dedication to those workouts you mentioned. A man who takes care of himself is a rare find."
David blushed, remembering the countless selfies he had sent her, documenting his fitness journey. He had been so eager to impress her, to live up to the image she had created in his mind.
Beatrice leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with an inner light. "And I have something to show you, something truly extraordinary."
Intrigued, David followed her down a dimly lit hallway, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She led him to a room at the end of the hall, its door adorned with a strange, swirling symbol.
B: "This," she announced dramatically, "is my sanctuary, a place where I can truly be myself."
She opened the door, revealing a room unlike any David had ever seen. It was a plush, red-themed boudoir, with soft lighting and a large, inviting bed draped in silk sheets. Beatrice, her eyes sparkling with mischief, gestured towards a small table laden with a selection of exotic fruits and a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket.
B: "Care for a little refreshment before we embark on our adventure?" she purred, her voice laced with a playful suggestiveness.
David, his apprehension melting away under Beatrice's charm, readily agreed. They sipped champagne and nibbled on succulent fruits, their conversation flowing effortlessly as they explored each other's minds and shared their deepest desires.
Beatrice, sensing David's growing excitement, decided it was time to reveal her secret. She reached into a drawer and retrieved a small, velvet pouch.
B: "David," she began, her voice hushed with anticipation, "I've been waiting for someone special to share this with."
She opened the pouch, revealing a single, glistening pill.
B: "This," she explained, "is an experimental concoction, a key to unlocking hidden pleasures."
D: "What does it do?"
Beatrice leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear.
B: "It allows you to experience the world in a whole new way, to explore the boundaries of sensation, to become one with another being."
David, intrigued and emboldened by the champagne, readily accepted the pill. He swallowed it, feeling a strange warmth spreading through his body, a tingling sensation that heightened his senses.
Beatrice, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, guided him towards the bed. They lay down, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling as they explored each other's curves and contours.
As their passion reached its peak, Beatrice opened her mouth wide, her tongue beckoning him closer. David, his mind swimming with a mix of desire and wonder, leaned in, his body trembling with anticipation.
He felt her soft lips envelop him, her tongue swirling around his form, pulling him deeper into her warm, moist cavern. He slid down her throat, a strange sensation of weightlessness and euphoria washing over him. He could feel her muscles contracting, guiding him downwards, deeper into her being.
He landed with a soft thud in a vast, fleshy chamber, his senses overwhelmed by the rhythmic pulsations and the intoxicating aroma of her digestive fluids. He was enveloped in warmth, cradled in a darkness that felt strangely comforting.
Beatrice, her belly now noticeably rounded, let out a satisfied sigh.
B: "Welcome home, David," she whispered, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through her body. "You're finally where you belong."
David, his mind still reeling from the experience, felt a strange sense of peace settle over him. He was no longer an individual, but a part of something larger, a participant in a unique and intimate connection. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the rhythmic contractions of her body, the gentle rocking that lulled him into a state of blissful contentment. He was home, safe and secure within the embrace of the woman who had captivated his heart and his imagination.
(A few hours later)
David stirred, his senses slowly returning. He felt a gentle rocking motion, like being cradled in a hammock on a calm summer day. He opened his eyes, but saw only darkness. He reached out, his hands encountering soft, yielding walls. He realized he was still inside Beatrice, nestled within her warm, fleshy embrace.
D: "Beatrice?" he called out, his voice muffled by the layers of tissue surrounding him.
B: (her voice a low rumble from above) "David, my love, are you awake?"
D: "Yes, I think so. Where am I?"
B: "You're right where you belong, darling. Inside me."
D: "But... how?"
B: "I told you, I had a few tricks up my sleeve. That pill you took... it wasn't quite what you thought it was."
D: "What do you mean?"
B: "It's a special concoction I've been developing. It allows me to... absorb people. To make them a part of me."
D: "Absorb? But... why?"
B: "Because, my darling David, I've grown tired of the superficiality of the outside world. I crave a deeper connection, a true union with another soul. And now, I have you."
D: "But... I don't understand. What will happen to me?"
B: "You'll become a part of me, David. Your essence will merge with mine. We'll be one."
D: "Forever?"
B: "Forever and always, my love."
David felt a wave of panic wash over him, but it was quickly replaced by a strange sense of acceptance. He had always longed for connection, for intimacy, for a sense of belonging. And now, in the most unexpected way, he had found it.
He closed his eyes, surrendering to the warmth and darkness, the rhythmic pulsations of Beatrice's body. He felt his fear melt away, replaced by a growing sense of peace. He was home, safe and secure within the embrace of the woman who had captivated his heart and his imagination.
Beatrice, her belly now noticeably swollen, smiled contentedly. She had finally found the connection she craved, the ultimate union with another being. She stroked her stomach lovingly, whispering sweet nothings to the man who now resided within her.
B: "Welcome home, David," she purred. "We'll be together forever."
And in the darkness, enveloped in the warmth of her being, David whispered back, "Forever."






Day 1 (Inside Beatrice):
David drifted in and out of consciousness, his senses dulled by the unfamiliar environment. He felt a gentle rocking motion, a rhythmic pulsing that lulled him into a state of drowsy contentment. He opened his eyes, but saw only darkness, a velvety blackness that enveloped him completely. He reached out, his hands encountering soft, yielding walls. He was floating in a warm, viscous fluid, the sounds of the outside world muffled and distant.
D: "Beatrice?" he called out, his voice a muffled echo in the confined space.
B: (her voice a low rumble from above) "David, my love, are you awake?"
D: "Yes, I think so. Where am I?"
B: "You're right where you belong, darling. Inside me."
D: "But... how?"
B: "I told you, I had a few tricks up my sleeve. That pill you took... it wasn't quite what you thought it was."
D: "What do you mean?"
B: "It's a special concoction I've been developing. It allows me to... absorb people. To make them a part of me."
D: "Absorb? But... why?"
B: "Because, my darling David, I've grown tired of the superficiality of the outside world. I crave a deeper connection, a true union with another soul. And now, I have you."
D: "But... I don't understand. What will happen to me?"
B: "You'll become a part of me, David. Your essence will merge with mine. We'll be one."
D: "Forever?"
B: "Forever and always, my love."
David felt a wave of panic wash over him, but it was quickly replaced by a strange sense of acceptance. He had always longed for connection, for intimacy, for a sense of belonging. And now, in the most unexpected way, he had found it.
He closed his eyes, surrendering to the warmth and darkness, the rhythmic pulsations of Beatrice's body. He felt his fear melt away, replaced by a growing sense of peace. He was home, safe and secure within the embrace of the woman who had captivated his heart and his imagination.
Beatrice, her belly now noticeably swollen, smiled contentedly. She had finally found the connection she craved, the ultimate union with another being. She stroked her stomach lovingly, whispering sweet nothings to the man who now resided within her.
B: "Welcome home, David," she purred. "We'll be together forever."
And in the darkness, enveloped in the warmth of her being, David whispered back, "Forever."
Day 2:
David's consciousness flickered, his thoughts growing hazy and disjointed. He felt a burning sensation, a strange tingling that spread through his body. The darkness surrounding him seemed to press in, the walls of his fleshy prison contracting and expanding with each rhythmic pulse.
D: "Beatrice?" he called out, his voice weaker, thinner. "I... I don't feel so good."
B: (her voice a soothing murmur) "Just relax, my love. It's all part of the process. You're merging with me, becoming one with my essence."
D: "But... it burns. And I can't... breathe."
B: "Shh, darling. Just let go. Let me take care of you."
Beatrice felt a warmth spreading through her abdomen, a pleasant fullness that signaled David's integration into her being. She could sense his fear, his confusion, but she reassured him with gentle strokes and soothing whispers.
B: "It's alright, my love. You're safe now. Let go of your worries, your doubts. Just surrender to the sensation, to the union."
David's protests grew weaker, his consciousness fading in and out. He felt himself dissolving, his body merging with the warm, viscous fluid surrounding him.
Day 3:
David's mind was a whirlwind of fragmented thoughts and sensations. He felt a growing sense of claustrophobia, a desperate need to escape the confines of his fleshy prison.
D: "Beatrice, let me out!" he cried, his voice a muffled sob. "I can't... I can't breathe!"
B: (her voice a firm, reassuring tone) "David, you're being silly. You're safe here, with me. There's no need to be afraid."
D: "But I want out! I want to go back!"
B: "There's no going back, my love. We're one now. Embrace it."
Beatrice felt David's struggles, his desperate attempts to resist the inevitable. She tightened her abdominal muscles, holding him firmly in place.
B: "Don't fight it, David. It's futile. Just relax and let the transformation take place."
David's cries grew weaker, his struggles subsiding as his consciousness slipped further away.



Day 4:
David's body was a limp mass, his consciousness fading into a dark abyss. He could no longer move, his limbs trapped within the confines of Beatrice's stomach. Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to his betrayal, his shattered trust.
B: (her voice a soft coo) "Don't cry, my love. It's alright. You're safe here with me."
D: (his voice weak, barely audible) "No... it's not alright. You lied to me. You tricked me."
B: "I only wanted to be close to you, to feel your essence within me. It's the only way I can truly connect with another being."
D: "But... I didn't want this. I wanted to be with you, to love you freely. But you took that away from me."
B: "I understand your pain, David. But trust me, this is the best way. We'll be together forever, as one."
Beatrice felt David's despair, his anguish echoing through her body. She stroked his dissolving form, whispering words of comfort and reassurance. But her words rang hollow, even to her own ears.
Day 5:
David's consciousness flickered, a faint spark of awareness amidst the encroaching darkness. He felt a crushing pressure, his bones groaning under the immense weight of Beatrice's digestive juices.
D: (his voice choked, barely a whisper) "Beatrice... please... stop this."
B: (her voice a low rumble) "I can't stop it, my love. It's the natural process. You're becoming a part of me, one with my being."
D: "But... it hurts. It's unbearable."
B: "I know, darling. I know. But it will be over soon. Just hold on, and I'll make it as painless as possible."
Beatrice felt David's bones cracking, his flesh dissolving under the relentless pressure. She winced at the sound, but pressed on, driven by her insatiable hunger for connection.
Day 6:
David's mind was a fragmented tapestry of pain and fear. He felt himself being pulled apart, his body ripped and torn by the churning muscles of Beatrice's stomach.
D: (his voice a guttural scream) "No! Please! I don't want to die!"
B: (her voice a cold, emotionless drone) "You are already dead, David. You are simply becoming a part of me."
Beatrice felt David's resistance fading, his screams replaced by weak whimpers. She knew the end was near, her stomach nearing its capacity.
Day 7:
David's consciousness was a faint echo, a wisp of smoke struggling against the encroaching darkness. He felt himself being squeezed through a narrow passage, his body contorted and twisted into an unrecognizable shape.
D: (his voice a muffled whimper) "Beatrice... where... where am I going?"
B: (her voice a distant echo) "You're going home, my love. You're going to be a part of me forever."
Beatrice felt David's form slide into her intestines, his final whimpers swallowed by the churning mass of food and digestive juices. She sighed contentedly, her stomach full and her heart strangely empty.
Day 8:
David's consciousness was gone, his essence absorbed into the vast network of Beatrice's digestive system. His body, once a vessel of life and love, was now nothing more than nutrients, fuel for her insatiable hunger.
Beatrice felt a dull ache in her stomach, a reminder of the life she had consumed. She pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the satisfaction of her accomplishment. She had finally achieved her ultimate goal, a true and complete union with another being.
Days 9-14:
Beatrice went through the motions of her daily life, her mind preoccupied with the memory of David. She felt his presence within her, a faint echo of his essence lingering in her digestive system. She would often speak to him, whispering sweet nothings and words of comfort, even though she knew he could no longer hear her.
Day 15:
Beatrice felt a strange sensation in her stomach, a bubbling and churning that signaled the completion of David's digestion. She smiled to herself, a sense of satisfaction washing over her.
B: "Goodbye, David," she whispered. "Thank you for being a part of me."
With a sigh, Beatrice expelled the last remnants of David from her body, his essence absorbed into the vastness of her being. He was gone, but his memory would live on, a testament to her insatiable hunger for connection.
Weeks later:
Beatrice sat at her computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she created a new online profile. She had chosen a new name, a new persona, and was ready to begin the cycle anew. David was just one of many, a fleeting memory in her long and lonely existence.



Beatrice meticulously crafted her online profile, weaving a tapestry of lies and illusions. She uploaded photos of her younger self, a vibrant woman in her early twenties, her face alight with a youthful glow. But amidst the youthful facade, she slipped in a few subtle hints of her true self, close-up shots of her hands, now wrinkled and age-spotted, a glimpse of her ample belly straining against the fabric of her dress.
These subtle clues were like breadcrumbs leading a lost traveler deeper into the woods, arousing curiosity and intrigue in unsuspecting victims. Beatrice knew the power of suggestion, the allure of the unknown. She was a spider spinning a web, waiting patiently for the unsuspecting fly to land in her trap.
And as she posted her profile, a mischievous glint in her eyes, Beatrice knew it wouldn't be long before the games began once more.