The movie didn’t seem like anything special to you. A young, attractive, vorish woman, played by the actress Katie Softtum, had moved from upstate New York into the city for her career as a blogger for some made up magazine.
Her work was apparently all about the importance of vore in relationships, and the need for both partners to enjoy the act of a male being devoured, digested, and even disposed of. Typical propaganda about how natural and even ‘romantic’ vore was. And in her entwined ‘research’ and her search for a long-lasting relationship, subject after subject and boyfriend after boyfriend met grisly ends in the young woman’s toilet, sometimes in graphic displays, sometimes comically, or sometimes with just simple implications.
All until finally, she develops an affection for one of the pets slated to help her in her ‘research’ and after sparing him several times in favor of devouring her current flavor of the week boyfriend, she realizes she ‘loves’ him. The movie concludes with them standing on a balcony on New Year's Eve, arms wrapped around each other as she removes the collar from around his neck, and he strokes the bulge in her gut made by her most recent suitor.
All in all, just like every other chick flick.
Of course, you were distracted from really getting into the movie. Even with the vore in the movie being such a focal point, it wasn’t the same as listening to a man be digested mere feet away from you, or mere inches, as you spent the whole movie held against Carrie’s midsection. Beyond even that, you also found yourself more… distracted… the more relaxed you became.
With Carrie snuggled on the end of the couch, her left arm reaching under yours and wrapping across your chest, your head was left resting on the side of her bust. A fact Carrie either seemed not to notice or not to mind, as she never moved; yet feeling that soft bulge on the back of your head like a pillow was difficult for you to ignore. You’d heard the prospect of sex became more and more distracting the longer you went without experiencing it, but this was getting ridiculous. Was this why so many otherwise sane men who had survived so long were throwing themselves into ‘dating’ apps like lemmings off a cliff?
