Sereya heard the knock on her door and quickly finished putting her earrings in. She opened the door to her boyfriend Blaike with a box of chocolates and a dozen roses. “Hi, babe! Happy Valentines Day.”
Blaike’s breathe caught as he looked at her. “Wow! You look amazing, Seraya. I think you’ll like the restaurant I’m taking you to. They custom print their mycoprotein to order, so you can get as big a steak as you want.”
As a member of the Gulper genotype, a late bloomer having just eaten her first person the other week at the age of nineteen, Sereya needed about fifty pounds of food a day to sustain herself, so most restaurants’ normal portions just wouldn’t do. So, that sounded amazing.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, Sereya input into the automated ordering pad a request for a twenty-five pound medium rare mycoprotein steak with sauteed onions and a dozen loaded baked potatoes. Real beef was too expensive for most people nowadays, especially in the quantities a Gulper required. But vat-grown mycoprotein was cheap, nutritious, and could easily be textured and flavored to match all sorts of meat, not to mention many sorts of vegetable matter. Blaike ordered a much more modest meal, suited for a normal person. They got a bottle of red wine for the table. It was starting to go to Sereya’s head by the time their food arrived.
When the food arrived, Sereya immediately dug in, cutting off and gulping down a full pound of steak at a time, and eating each potato in a single bite. Blaike grinned at her. “You enjoying your meal, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, it’s great,” Sereya said before leaning over and planting a kiss on his lips.
After they finished their meal - and Sereya had finished two more bottles of wine on her own -they headed back to Sereya’s place. Prodding her bulging belly, Sereya said, “Ugh, I look fat.”
“Heh, nonsense. You just look like a Gulper whose had a good meal.” Blaike bent down to press a kiss to the top of his girlfriend’s tummy.
“Aw, you’re so sweet…” Sereya said before pulling Blaike onto the couch and starting to make out with him. She slipped her dress off when they parted to catch their breath. His visor got knocked to the floor. She moaned as her tongue tangled with his. Blaike tasted so good! Despite the big meal she’d just eaten, her stomach growled. Gulpers were designed to eat other humans, to keep the population in check in a world that had conquered most forms of death. For a gulper, no other food could compare with the nutrient influx of a human meal. And Sereya was drunk. Before she knew what she was doing, her jaw unhinged and she wrapped her mouth around Blaike’s head.
“Wait, babe! What are you doing?” Blaike cried out as he was met with the sight of his girlfriend’s throat pulsating before him. Sereya wouldn’t really eat him, would she? But Sereya was intoxicated on wine and the taste of his skin. She swallowed, working his broad shoulders into her mouth. His shirt didn’t taste nearly as good as him, but it was too late to do anything about the shirt. However, she took that as a cue to undo his belt and pull down his pants. She wanted more of that delicious flavor!
She quickly made her way down Blaike’s torso, his head entering her stomach where he got a face-full of lightly chewed, acid-soaked mycoprotein and potatoes. “Ah, gross!” he said, cringing.
Meanwhile, Sereya was licking the cock she’d taken into her mouth so many times before. However, she didn’t pause in her meal for long, soon swallowing again, bringing his muscular thighs into her mouth. She moaned again around her mouthful. As she worked her way down his legs, she lapped up every bit of flavor. He was so much better than that steak she had eaten earlier. Finally, his feet slipped into her mouth and with one more swallow, Blaike was sealed away in his girlfriend’s stomach.
”Mmm, so yummy…” Sereya murmured. She yawned and stretched. Blaike was much bigger than the only other person she’d eaten so far had been, and with him and all the other food she had eaten that evening sitting heavy in her stomach, she was exhausted.
A moment later she was startled by Blaike calling out from inside her belly, “How could you eat me, Ser? I thought you loved me! You’ve got to let me out before you digest me!”
That finally got some sense into her. “Ohmigod, sorry I swallowed you, Blaike baby!. I just had this craving I couldn’t resist. I’ll regurgitate you in just a min…”
The end of the sentence was overtaken by another yawn. She was so tired. Surely it would be fine if she just closed her eyes for a minute or two? It would take far longer than that for her stomach to hurt Blaike. She laid down on the couch and almost immediately passed out.
She didn’t wake up until six hours later, at which point her stomach was far too small - and squishy - for there to be any chance that Blaike was still alive. She had done this. She had killed her boyfriend on Valentine’s Day. She began to sob, but worst of all, what she remembered best from the night was how delicious he had been.

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So, this is my Valentine's day piece this year. It was sort of a rush job and I'm not entirely happy with all the composition. I wish I had made Sereya and Blaike face each other a bit in the first image, and there's some stuff not sitting as flat as I'd like in the second image..



Anyways, this is from a new, futuristic setting where regenerative medicine allows people to come back from anything that doesn't completely destroy the body and allow periodic "resets" to a younger age, so death from old age is also a non-issue. As stated in the story, gulpers like Sereya were genetically engineered to eat people to keep the population in check. In their teens, they experience a dramatic increase in metabolism, before gaining the ability to swallow large prey whole between the ages of 17 and 19. Many gulpers are paid to eat people, either by the prey themselves for people who wish to commit suicide, or by the government to consume people they're told to eat. But Sereya hasn't gotten any such job yet, being a late bloomer such as she is.



Happy Valentine's Day!

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