I’m a psychologist renowned for handling unusual cases. This time, a patient comes to my office confessing his fantasies about vore. Intrigued, I ask for more details. As the session progresses, my own hidden desires begin to surface. Using a special device, I shrink him down to a manageable size.
I observe him for a moment, then, without hesitation, swallow him whole. My belly swells instantly, round and taut, resembling that of a pregnant woman. I feel powerful and confident. Once home, I admire my new figure in the mirror, running my hands over my expanded stomach. I love the way I look.
Later, I go to bed feeling content, but I wake up in the middle of the night with sharp stomach pain. The cramps are unbearable, and I rush to the bathroom. Finally, I sit on the toilet, and after some effort, I expel what’s left: a tiny, perfectly digested skeleton. Now I feel relieved and satisfied, ready for my next case.