‘Doesn’t look like Biggs was one of them,’ Thistle says, pointing to the screen. ‘This is the only story in his history with the “vore” tag. Hey, what’s “unbirth”?’

‘You don’t want to know,’ Vasquez replies. ‘So are you thinking he was blackmailed, or what?’

I scroll down to the comments section. Lots of very supportive perverts. Great story! Well done!

One comment catches my eye. Anyone want to try this in real life? DM me.

I highlight the text. ‘There are people who volunteer to be eaten alive?’

‘There’s no vore tag on that story,’ Vasquez points out. ‘Probably just a giant roleplay, however that would work. But, yeah, there are some sickos out there.’ He checks his gold watch. ‘I’m gonna tweak the algorithm, looking for connections to the dating app.’

He goes away. I just sit there, staring at the words. Anyone want to try this in real life? There’s plenty of meat at my house. But none of it is fresh. I can still taste the cheek of the man who attacked me.

Would someone let me eat them?

Thistle touches my shoulder, and I flinch.

‘You okay, Blake?’

I stand up and back away from the computer like it’s radioactive.

‘Yeah,’ I say. ‘I’m fine. Vasquez is right. Sickos.’

‘Uh-huh.’ Thistle takes over the keyboard, scrolling through the porn. ‘Is this the kind of stuff that turns you on, Blake?’

‘Definitely not.’

I get the feeling she’s not even listening to the answer. She’s just enjoying making me uncomfortable. I wonder if I should tell her that she is my type—that I only rejected her for her own safety.

Somehow this doesn’t feel like the right moment.

‘Found Biggs’s username,’ Thistle says. ‘Shortcomings7. Classy.’

‘He could be expressing remorse for his tastes,’ I suggest.

‘Or he just likes a dirty pun. Let’s see if he was corresponding with anyone on this forum.’

She taps and clicks around for a while. ‘I can’t get into his inbox without his password. But he visited the profiles of several other users, and one of them hasn’t posted any public content. SleepingBeauty319. Seems like he might have exchanged private messages with Biggs.’

‘He?’

Thistle rolls her eyes at my naivety. ‘You really think there are any real women on these giant-lady porn forums, Blake?’

She’s probably right.

‘Can I see his profile?’ I ask.

Thistle clicks through and leans back in her chair, frustrated. ‘404. Profile deleted. All I have is the username.’

‘Wasn’t Sleeping Beauty the user who posted that comment? Asking who wanted to try this in real life?’

Thistle checks. ‘That was SleepingBeauty320. Common username.’

‘Or the one person,’ I say, ‘creating and deleting profiles to avoid leaving a lasting trace. Like burners.’

Thistle nods slowly. ‘So you think Biggs might have been honey-trapped? By someone pretending to be a giant woman?’