And I’m your step-mom.. beautiful, dominant and hungry. We’re broke..no money.. but I won’t send you away. Because you’re mine. And if I can’t afford to raise you… Then I’ll consume you instead. On your knees, trembling, I open my mouth—wide. And swallow you whole. Down you go, into my throat, my stomach, my darkness. No escape. No air. Just the wet, pulsing heat of my digestion, already breaking you down. You’re not a person anymore. You’re belly lump. Nutrients. Waste. I rub my swelling stomach, whispering “Good boy… now you’ll never leave me. You’re part of me now.” But it’s not love. It’s possession. It’s erasure. “People might suspect… but they’ll never know the truth.” And smile, knowing every curve of my body was built from you. This is vore. This is domination. This is your end. Because good boys don’t get saved. They get devoured. Are you ready to be eaten?
