I'm frantic as I dial Stacy's number, still trying to process the unthinkable. I was supposed to be seducing my boyfriend, not consuming him whole. The sexy lingerie I wore to entice him now feels like a cruel joke. But I couldn't resist the primal urge - the passion turned to hunger, and before I knew it, he was gone. Now, I'm left to deal with the aftermath. I try to find a comfortable position, but it's no use - he's stuck inside me, and the discomfort is excruciating. Or so I thought. As I shift and squirm, I start to feel a twisted sense of arousal. The digestion process is strangely satisfying, and I find myself reveling in the sensation of breaking him down, my body savoring every morsel. Keywords: vore, fetish, devour, digestion, sexy lingerie, boyfriend, panic, arousal, discomfort