It’s not easy to explain. Like any paraphilia, it’s not based on logic. All I know is that since I was a small boy I’ve been fascinated and deeply aroused by vore, though I didn’t know it was called that then. In those days (and I’m over 60 know), all there was available were wildlife programmes on TV, usually with snakes, birds and lizards – and, of course, no video recorders. I discovered that I wasn't alone in this paraphilia almost by accident when browsing the internet for something else years ago, and it has been a revelation – there are other people who have the same feelings as me. I can’t rationalise it – I only know that it reaches something deep in my psyche, and looking at pictures of beautiful young women being swallowed is extremely sexually arousing. Make of that what you will, but it’s no more illogical than any other such paraphilia – and unlike some others, is purely fantasy. There is no chance of it ever making it into the real world and hurting other people. Disapprove if you like, but please don’t judge.
The boat drifted languorously along the slowly flowing river. Both girls were lazing in it, their light cotton dresses clinging to their bodies with sweat. One, the younger and slimmer of the two, dangled her fingers in the water, sending ripples across its surface. All was peaceful.
The bird stood motionless on the bank, its steely eye fixed on the water, its long, rapier beak poised, its sinuous neck coiled like a huge muscular spring. Since the radiation leak it had continued to grow, and was now a true giant. It was hungry. It was hard to find prey large enough now to fill its huge stomach. The fish and water voles were no longer enough.
The boat rounded the bend in the river, drifting towards the waiting bird. It watched them intently, waiting for them to drift within striking distance of the huge beak. The girls were relaxed, dozing, oblivious to the approaching danger.
The strike was instant. The neck uncoiled, propelling the open beak downward, and gripping the smaller girl around her waist. She gasped in shock as the huge bird effortlessly lifted her out of the boat and, without pausing, tossed her into the air. As she fell back, headfirst, the bird was ready. It caught her expertly in its beak, and with a swift upward flick of its head, swallowed her in one gulp. Her body stretched the skin of its neck, and her girlish form could clearly be seen sliding smoothly down its throat. Her slim, smooth body made it easy for the bird to swallow her, and she offered no resistance to the passage down its muscular throat. It had been so quick that she had not had time to cry out, and now her struggles were in vain as she was drawn steadily towards the bird’s stomach.
The second girl hardly had time to react. She scrambled over the edge of the boat, trying to escape the monster, but the bird was accustomed to catching prey in the water. With one swift strike, its beak closed over her leg and lifted her out of the water. It would have to manoeuvre her so that she could be swallowed headfirst, so it tossed and gripped her, shifting her little by little until her body lay along the length of its beak. As soon as it sensed that she would offer no resistance, it swung its head back, and swallowed her.
The second girl was older and larger than the first, and for a moment, her curves stuck in its throat. But the bird was used to awkward prey. With an upward flick of its head, its gullet opened further, and the girl slid smoothly down its throat. Her legs thrashed in the bird’s beak for a moment, but then they too slipped from view as the bird swallowed her.
She fought hard as she was drawn further into its throat, the outline of her thrashing limbs, rounded breasts and curved hips clearly visible as she slipped further down, but it was hopeless. The bird’s skin was tough, and there was no way she could escape. She, like her friend moments before, was being swallowed, whole and alive. Her body slipped, smoothly, ever further in, until she reached the base of its neck. The powerful muscles drew her into the bird’s crop, and she was gone, with just a few final convulsions to mark that she had ever been there.
The bird shook its head, and settled back into its wait. The meal would last it only a short time. It would have to hunt again.