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Notice: contains vore, Vore of a minor, Digestion, Disposal

You are Rose, a 12 year old girl with short, black hair.

The story starts with you Sailing on your dad's boat In the middle of the ocean,
You currently in the changing rooms, putting on your diving suit.

There has been a huge upset in world news recently, the first cases of "Vore" had started to appear.
It had been legalized in almost every country by now, but protests are raging on to ban the vore of minors.
Which means to you would have to move fast, if you didn't want to wait 6 years until you could be legally vored.

As you were pulling the zipper up on the suit, you could feel the boat come to a stop.
After taking some flirty pictures to send off to your boyfriend, as well as grabbing all of your breathing equipment, your made your way out towards where your dad was setting up to fish.

Your dad looked over at you, he was a kindly looking, slightly chubby man.
"I see your ready to dive" he said giving you a slight smile.

"Yep" you said, thoughts swirling through your head, you know this may be the last time you see your dad.

"Well be careful of any big fish, though if you see any, lead them over to my hook"

"Of course"

You walk up to him, give him a gentle kiss on the cheek, fix on the last of your breathing equipment, sit down and roll of the boat backwards.

Your heart begins to race knowing what your about to do.
You weren't doing this because of any problems at school or home, you loved your parents and your parents loved you.
At school you had a boyfriend, a close circle of friends and you preformed well in classes.

You are only doing this because you wanted to do it.

You passed a few types of aquatic life, mostly small fish and a octopus, you know a couple people that would like the see you caught by one of those.

Finally after a couple minutes of swimming, you saw something you liked.
A large catfish, roughly 2/3 of your size.
You're fairly certain it can swallow you.

You swim upto it.
You slowly stroke the back of it.
It doesn't seem interested in your presence, but you know how to change that.

You begin to remove your diving suit, the cold water floods into the suit, making you shiver.
You start to peel it off, exposing your bare torso, this catfish has already seen more than your boyfriend.
These suits were always annoying to remove, so after 2 or so minutes you were floating there naked.
The catfish is definitely interested now.

You let the suit go and watch as it slowly floats up to the surface, you could see you dads boat, he had just caught something.

You look at the catfish, your heart feels like its going to beat out of your chest.
You slowly reach forwards, the catfishs mouth opening.
Suddenly the catfish jumps forward, engulfing your forearms in one gulp.
After calming down (and realising the fish was at you elbows), you place your head inbetween your arms to make it easier to swallow.
The catfish lurched forward again, taking in your head, reaching your shoulders.

The Insides of the catfish is slimy and gross.

You let out an involuntary moan as the catfish passes over your breasts.
Enjoying every moment of your demise, you dont realise how quickly your torso and waist are taken inside.
Your bubble-butt is sucked inside, your legs continue to follow.
Soon your thighs are in, then your calfs.
One more toe curl saw you sealed behind the slimy lips of your predator.

All thats visible from the outside is an abandoned diving suit, some floating equipment, and one very fat catfish.

You relax inside your tight prison, panting after the excitement.
It's only then it occurs to you that you can breathe in the stomach, "how convenient".
You think about your body getting reduced down into nutrients, fat and fish shit.

A burning sensation starts to rise, the catfish is wasting no time in breaking you down.
As you're on your back, the acids quickly rose above your chest.

Your skin started to flake of.
Minutes pass and muscle is getting exposed.
Despite the pain and involuntary movements, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness at the prospect of digestion.

A couple more minutes and the acids covered your head.
Whether it drowned you or ate through your eyes, this kills you.

Hours drag on, from the outside a catfish with a gut bigger than itself could be seen.
Slowly the twitching calmed down as your corpse went still.
Then bit by bit, the stomach got smaller and smaller until it became flat, albeit a bit chubbier now.

A long brown streak got left behind the catfish, a few nail, bone fragments, clumps of hair, but it definitely did not resemble the pre-teen it used to be.

A couple hours after he had stopped the boat, your father got the last bite of the day on his fishing rod.
After a bit of effort he was able to drag up a unusually large catfish, plenty fatty.
He stood up to pack away his things, only now realising that his daughter had never resurfaced.
The coast guard were called, a search took place.
The only sign they had of you was your discarded diving suit and breathing equipment, from this they were able to put together a picture of what happened.

Your family was informed, grieving took place, but as the riots bore fruitless, this was something that families would have to accept.
A week later the your mother, father and older brother sat down to eat a nice fatty catfish that your father had caught.

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I think this one is shorter than the last one, hope it's still good

Description
Notice: contains vore, Vore of a minor, Digestion, Disposal

You are Rose, a 12 year old girl with short, black hair.

The story starts with you Sailing on your dad's boat In the middle of the ocean,
You currently in the changing rooms, putting on your diving suit.

There has been a huge upset in world news recently, the first cases of "Vore" had started to appear.
It had been legalized in almost every country by now, but protests are raging on to ban the vore of minors.
Which means to you would have to move fast, if you didn't want to wait 6 years until you could be legally vored.

As you were pulling the zipper up on the suit, you could feel the boat come to a stop.
After taking some flirty pictures to send off to your boyfriend, as well as grabbing all of your breathing equipment, your made your way out towards where your dad was setting up to fish.

Your dad looked over at you, he was a kindly looking, slightly chubby man.
"I see your ready to dive" he said giving you a slight smile.

"Yep" you said, thoughts swirling through your head, you know this may be the last time you see your dad.

"Well be careful of any big fish, though if you see any, lead them over to my hook"

"Of course"

You walk up to him, give him a gentle kiss on the cheek, fix on the last of your breathing equipment, sit down and roll of the boat backwards.

Your heart begins to race knowing what your about to do.
You weren't doing this because of any problems at school or home, you loved your parents and your parents loved you.
At school you had a boyfriend, a close circle of friends and you preformed well in classes.

You are only doing this because you wanted to do it.

You passed a few types of aquatic life, mostly small fish and a octopus, you know a couple people that would like the see you caught by one of those.

Finally after a couple minutes of swimming, you saw something you liked.
A large catfish, roughly 2/3 of your size.
You're fairly certain it can swallow you.

You swim upto it.
You slowly stroke the back of it.
It doesn't seem interested in your presence, but you know how to change that.

You begin to remove your diving suit, the cold water floods into the suit, making you shiver.
You start to peel it off, exposing your bare torso, this catfish has already seen more than your boyfriend.
These suits were always annoying to remove, so after 2 or so minutes you were floating there naked.
The catfish is definitely interested now.

You let the suit go and watch as it slowly floats up to the surface, you could see you dads boat, he had just caught something.

You look at the catfish, your heart feels like its going to beat out of your chest.
You slowly reach forwards, the catfishs mouth opening.
Suddenly the catfish jumps forward, engulfing your forearms in one gulp.
After calming down (and realising the fish was at you elbows), you place your head inbetween your arms to make it easier to swallow.
The catfish lurched forward again, taking in your head, reaching your shoulders.

The Insides of the catfish is slimy and gross.

You let out an involuntary moan as the catfish passes over your breasts.
Enjoying every moment of your demise, you dont realise how quickly your torso and waist are taken inside.
Your bubble-butt is sucked inside, your legs continue to follow.
Soon your thighs are in, then your calfs.
One more toe curl saw you sealed behind the slimy lips of your predator.

All thats visible from the outside is an abandoned diving suit, some floating equipment, and one very fat catfish.

You relax inside your tight prison, panting after the excitement.
It's only then it occurs to you that you can breathe in the stomach, "how convenient".
You think about your body getting reduced down into nutrients, fat and fish shit.

A burning sensation starts to rise, the catfish is wasting no time in breaking you down.
As you're on your back, the acids quickly rose above your chest.

Your skin started to flake of.
Minutes pass and muscle is getting exposed.
Despite the pain and involuntary movements, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness at the prospect of digestion.

A couple more minutes and the acids covered your head.
Whether it drowned you or ate through your eyes, this kills you.

Hours drag on, from the outside a catfish with a gut bigger than itself could be seen.
Slowly the twitching calmed down as your corpse went still.
Then bit by bit, the stomach got smaller and smaller until it became flat, albeit a bit chubbier now.

A long brown streak got left behind the catfish, a few nail, bone fragments, clumps of hair, but it definitely did not resemble the pre-teen it used to be.

A couple hours after he had stopped the boat, your father got the last bite of the day on his fishing rod.
After a bit of effort he was able to drag up a unusually large catfish, plenty fatty.
He stood up to pack away his things, only now realising that his daughter had never resurfaced.
The coast guard were called, a search took place.
The only sign they had of you was your discarded diving suit and breathing equipment, from this they were able to put together a picture of what happened.

Your family was informed, grieving took place, but as the riots bore fruitless, this was something that families would have to accept.
A week later the your mother, father and older brother sat down to eat a nice fatty catfish that your father had caught.

___________________________________________________________________________
I think this one is shorter than the last one, hope it's still good