A Sexpo Santa (Chocolate TF/Anal Vore/Story in Description)
Claire found her husband Derek's computer tabs on a Tuesday. Vore. Inanimate TF. A 40 minute long 'Zara Voss' video where she ate a man who'd been transformed into a cupcake. Claire watched ninety seconds of it, closed the laptop, and constructed her plan.
She didn't bring up the sea of smut. She smiled happily throughout their road trip to Sexpo, let Derek pay for the hotel, waited until he was snoring and fast asleep before she opened the TF app. Four seconds later her husband of six years had hollowed out and gained the sweet smell of cocoa, becoming a small chocolate Santa laying on his hotel pillow — four inches tall, glossy and grinning. She dropped his helpless inanimate body into her purse before sleeping soundly.
The 'Zara Voss' booth was halfway down hall 9, with a queue of almost twenty men. Zara sat behind the signing table in a scoop-neck bodysuit the colour of cream, ink-black hair loose over one shoulder, her figure the kind that men would go to war for — full hips, a heavy chest, dark eyes that moved through the crowd with total ownership and perfect olive skin. God I need coffee, she was thinking whilst signing a phone case, when Claire stepped up carrying a lanyard in one hand and her purse in the other. She reached deep into her purse before presenting a little chocolate Santa and placing him on the table between them.
"Hi... um, I'm Claire. This is my husband... soon to be ex-husband. He wanted me to give him to you. Poor thing confessed to me that he has wanted nothing more in his entire life than to be consumed by you..."
Zara picked him up, inspecting the trapped soul being offered to her as a chocolate Santa with a genuinely charmed expression on her face. "Aww. That is so sweet." She set him down, meeting his tiny eyes with hers. "Actually perfect timing — we've got a vore shoot this afternoon. My manager's pushing for anal vore though..." She tilted her head at Claire. "Do you think this jolly fella would mind being shoved up my ass?"
Derek — still thinking, feeling and fully aware inside four inches of hollow chocolate — felt something cold and absolute shatter his hopes. She didn't ask me. She's asking her. She's not going to ask me. I've gone from husband to porn prop, what did I do to deserve this!?
Claire didn't even blink. "No, that sounds perfect. I'm sure he'd love that!"
"Amazing." Zara looked straight at him again, and her smile was the unhurried smile of someone who'd already decided. "Looks like you're going straight in my butthole little guy." She playfully tapped the table around him. "He'll totally melt in the heat and pressure, not to mention he'll probably be up there for about a day. Technically some of him will get absorbed through my rectal lining, rest will come out packed inside a log of my shit. Hopefully he enjoys that outcome." She glanced back up at Claire. "DM me and I'll send you a download link for the video cutie, will be ready in a week or so..."
Claire replied "Amazing! You'll be making his little dreams come true, I promise." Then she picked up her betrayed ex-husband to gently drop him into Zara's waiting palm. Without even looking at him, Claire turned and left heading to a cocktail masterclass she'd booked for eleven with Derek's money. Meanwhile Derek internally screamed for her to 'come back' despite being left to become a slut's literal butt fudge before the day was up.
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