Help! My Girlfriend's Into Vore!

Chapter 1 - Meat Chloe and Lou

WARNING: DARK VORE THEMES

I hadn't always been into vore.

At 200lbs and 23 years of age, I'd finally stopped forcing myself to the gym and onto diets - I just wasn't meant to be thin. I was destined to be on the bigger side.

So, after several failed attempts of dating with partners who wouldn't embrace my curves, I decided it was time to find one of those chubby chasers, there'd be plenty of plus size dating websites out there I was certain. And I was right.

A few false starts with creeps and people who were a little too direct, were followed by a message that sent shivers down my spine - but also gave me butterflies.

"You have so much potential."

And this began our relationship.

Turns out, Chloe lived only a few towns over from me. She was a blonde bombshell; perfect blonde hair, a tiny waist - she was skin and bones - a sharp contrast to pudgy old me, Lou, also blonde, but with dustier hair and pal skin.

She was a couple of years older than me, but that seemed to help our dynamic; she, the bossy dom feeder, and me, the submissive foodie who eats what she was told.

I was never planning on getting bigger, but as I started to quickly pack on weight from all the extra meals, I could tell that Chloe was clearly turned on. She'd bite her lip as she watched me beached on my back, stuffed belly rising before me.

I remember when she was first exploring feeding me. We lay on her bed, both wearing sweatpants of completely different sizes.

She asked, "How much can you eat?"

"A lot," I admitted, a little shyly, "I never wanted to be fat, but I've just always had such an insatiable hunger."

"So you've had years of stretching that stomach?"

"Can't you tell?" I jiggled my belly.

"No, I don't mean growing your fat, that much is obvious, I mean stretching out the actual capacity of your stomach."

I thought it was a weird thing to ask, but I brushed it off. After all, the more capacity = the more food = the more fat.

"And what's like, the biggest thing you've ever swallowed in one go?"

Another weird question.

"I don't know, like I've swallowed a slider whole at a party when I was too hungry to chew..."

"Too hungry to chew," she smirked to herself, "Ok, good start. But I like a girl who can swallow, so I want you to slowly start to decrease how much you chew your food. I want that throat of yours to stretch, along with continuing to increase the capacity of your stomach."

It all felt quite scientific, but I agree.

Chloe started to feed me large meats, always my favourite cuttings, seasoned as a I like it, but I was to promise I couldn't chew them. I had to swallow them whole, like a snake. She said I could take my time and relish the flavours. Naturally, the capacity that my throat could stretch to increased.

Amongst other fattening meals, my strange feeder also started me on a routine of eating lots and lots of bread. I'd have to force down multiple loafs 3-4 times a day. The instructions were simple, in a 10 minute period, I had to eat as much bread as possible until I was completely stuffed. Then, in the minutes that followed, I would feel myself swelling up as the bread expanded. The pain was immense, I'd sometimes cry. My stomach was being stretched to bursting.

But the next day, id be able to handle a little bit more.

By our first anniversary I'd blobbed up to 300lbs. I was big, but not THAT big. I still hand some will power. This would be my max my weight, I told myself.

By our second anniversary I was 400lbs. Again, I wouldn't let myself get any bigger than this. My thighs and ass had turned into huge pillows that swayed as I waddled around. That's right, waddled..my face was pudgy, chins all engulfing and shoulders curved. Below my melon sized tits rested on Chloe's prized posesion; my gothic, hanging gut... Always swollen. It stretched far in front of me and drooped heavily down my thighs. My fat wasn't soft and fluffy, it was firm. This was a heavy guy.

The night of our second anniversary, she crawled up into a ball next to my belly.

"Hmmm, I could almost fit in there," she muttered.

"In there? Like in my gut?"

"Yes in your gut fatty, it's like..." She seemed shy for a second, "like my ultimate fantasy to get in there."

I was confused, so I shoveled some brownie down my throat and asked, "like some form of maternity kink?"

"No," she began to trace her fingers around my gut, making sure to shove one deep into the black hole of my belly button. "I want to be swallowed. Eaten. Digested."

My fat jaw dropped, revealing my chocolate coated tongue.

"My ultimate fantasy is that I fatten someone up so big that they end up eating me," she said bluntly. "I've been fattening you, stretching you out, so that eventually, maybe, you can swallow me whole. I want to melt inside of you. I want you to slosh me around as my perfect body falls apart. I've fingered myself to the thought of you squeezing my remains out of your elephant arse. You'll be pulling scraps of my sexy hair out for days."

I was shaking. My girlfriend was a psycho.

"Relax, nothing will happen to you, you just end up with some my remains being a permeant part of you, extra fat on your greedy gut." She jiggled my gut, I wasn't able to read whether she was being playful or aggressive.

I had to leave her right? This was insane? She wanted me to eat her? To kill her? Thks was all too much.

But then she shoved a fist full of brownie in my mouth... And I swallowed it whole.