Warning: This is a vore story, which basically means being eaten alive. If you don't like this, please don't read. There will be no painful digestion in this story (god I hate those) as well. You, (Y/N) have somehow been shrunk. Now you are trying, and failing, to run away from your hungry friend, Elizabeta. NOTE: I don't own any of the pictures here. They belong to their respectful owners.

My remaining collection of vore stories will go right here! Vore fans are welcome! **Requests are closed** *There also will be reader-inserts here and there so no one gets confused.** **Rated M for suggestive themes, and even a few sexual themes, strong language, and perhaps even violence.**