Fantasizing about going out on a date with an older woman who seems pure and vanilla on the surface. We end up talking about personal stuff and somehow end up on the subject of kinks.
After a while I reluctantly reveal to her that Iām into vore, and after telling her what it is her eyes widen in surprise and she just says, āoh.ā
We say goodbye to each other and I go home, agonizing over the date and her mannerisms and overthinking literally everything like the gay little disaster I am.
And then I get a text. From her. And itās a video.
I open it up and sheās standing in her bedroom, grinning warmly. She explains, āI thought about what you told me, and I wanted to do something special for you.ā
She picks up a container and thereās a tiny inside, a man, who looks 0% frightened and 110% pissed off. My jaw probably drops at this point.
āDonāt ask how, but I managed to get my ex-husband shrunk down to a more⦠bite-sized helping.ā
He looks about 4-6 inches tall, like he fits perfectly on her palm. She picks him up by the collar of his shirt, licking her lips. Her ex starts thrashing and shouting at her to let him go, put him down, how sheās a psycho and heās glad he divorced her, etc.
She completely ignores his protests and his shouts of anger and just smiles into the camera.
āThis oneās for you, sweetie~ā
She lowers him towards her mouth.
āYou crazy bitch! Let me go! I swear to God Iāll-ā
Slurp. Her lips close around him before he can finish. I hear a loud gulp on camera and she tilts her head up as she slowly, seductively traces his shape down her throat.
Then she lifts up her shirt revealing her bare tummy. She hums softly, posing with her arms above her head, and the video is in such high quality that Iām able to see the exact moment he lands in her stomach.
She lets out a small burp, chuckling as she pats her belly. Pulling the camera close, she says in a milky purr, āWanna listen?ā
Immediately she presses her phone up to the center of her belly, and I hear the loud roar of her stomach fill my headphones. Between all the glorps and gurgles of her sexy stomach, I can hear the muffled sounds of her ex-husbandās voice. Heās cursing her, screaming at her and demanding to be let out.
āBet you wish that was you, huh?ā she asks. Her mature voice goes even lower as she teases me.
The video focuses on the close-up of her belly for a few minutes. Sheās moving it every now and then so that it slowly sloshes up and down, like a belly dancer. I can hear the digestive groans of her ex inside, being felt up and squeezed by her walls. The sounds both relax me and turn me on, and being able to watch him squirm inside of her is really something else ā¤ļø
She takes the camera with her as she walks down to the kitchen, where she opens up the fridge and takes out a bottle of wine. She places the camera on the kitchen counter, angling it so that the view is just under her belly.
I can see the writhing form of her prey as he gets churned around by her stomach walls. She uncorks the wine, pours herself a glass, lifts it up towards the camera in a toast.
āCheers,ā she says slyly, and she begins downing the glass.
I can hear the wine filling her up and entering her tummy, sloshing around inside as the wiggling lump of her ex-husband cries out. He disappears from view for a second until she pushes out her stomach, and I hear the bubbling of brewing wine mixed with the occasional groans of a liquid-filled gut. I can only imagine him sloshing around in there with the wineā¦
āOh, Iām gonna feel that in the morning-ā*uurrp!!*
She walks back to the bedroom, pressing the phone to her belly so that I can hear each slosh of its contents as she ascends the staircase.
āYou know, I can feel that bastard struggling in there... I think he's trying to give me indigestion. Like he hasnāt already given me enough bellyaching when we were married! ... I'm sure you'd be much better behaved~"
Hearing back into the bedroom, she lays on the bed. She points the phone down at her tummy and pats it. The noises from inside are clear as day on the video.
About a minute or so of rubbing her active belly, she pulls down her jeans and tugs on the band of her underwear so that more of her lower belly is visible.
āWanna see something cool?ā she asks.
She puts the camera down with her other hand and feels around for her ex-husband, pressing down on a slightly bulging spot on her tummy.
āThere he is,ā she mumbles.
Then, she takes the front of her fingers and massages deep into her belly, kneading, pressing into her gut with an audible glorp.
I watch as she pushes the shape along her skin, towards her pelvis, and with a rush I realize what sheās doing. A particularly loud gurgle sounds out from her middle as she guides him down into her lower belly. I hear his muffled moaning as he shifts through her.
āOohhh, I think heās in my intestines now~ā she says seductively.
I can see the wiggling form below her belly button, and I imagine what it must be like for him in there. So tight, and hot, and wet, and slippery⦠I wonder how much heās filling out her bowels as he moves around insideā¦
She hums in delight and traces circles around him. His struggles pick up the pace as he seemingly tries to fight his way out of his ex-wifeās body. She squirms in pleasure, twirling the elastic band of her underwear and rubbing her lower belly with her other.
Eventually her body tires him out, and when his movements begin to slow, she pulls the elastic out and snaps it back so that it covers the bulge he makes completely. Covered by both flesh and cloth now, her belly bulge of an ex-husband whimpers faintly. His fate is sealed; her stomach gives a satisfied grumble.
Lifting the camera, she says, āDid you enjoy your surprise, honey? Ah, I hope you did. I canāt wait to see you again⦠and Iād love to feel you inside me. Iām still new to this whole thing, maybe you could give me some pointers. And Iām sure your cute little body would fill me riiight up~ā
She looks down at her abdomen and frowns, huffs out a sigh, and finishes with, āGotta go now, my hubby isnāt- *hic* quite agreeing with meā¦ā