"The Fate of the Spammer"
  A vorish angel story.
  by Angel
 With a contented sigh, he logged out and switched his computer off. After
spending a whole day spamming all those evil message boards, he felt he
deserved some rest. As he finished undressing, he suddenly noticed his room
was much brighter lit than it should be. He turned to the light switch, but
stopped in the middle of the motion.
 The light wasn't coming from a light bulb. In front of him stood a woman of
incredible beauty, dressed only in a white robe which flowed to the floor.
As he watched, unable to avert his eyes, a pair of wings unfolded from the
woman's back, soon followed by a second pair. He gulped, and asked, "Who..
who are you?" The apparition smiled, "Just one of the pour souls you
constantly harrass with your hate messages." At this point, he felt fear. He
had noticed an 'Angel' on one of the message boards. A message board full of
weirdos where people got swallowed alive. Could this be? He shook his head.
It can't be. Angrily he looked up, but the angel was still there. "What kind
of sick joke is this?", he shouted.
 The angel frowned, "It's no joke. I'm tired of you constantly flooding our
message board, and I want it stopped." Then she smiled, and slowly licked
her lips, "And since I'm hungry, I think I'll take care of the problem in
style..." He felt fear. "You don't mean...", he managed to say. The angel
nodded, "Yes. I'm going to swallow you alive and whole." He backed away,
then turned and bolted.
 He did not get far. The angel gestured, and glowing bands of force formed
around his ankles, causing him to fall. As he struggled to get up, another
set of bands restrained his wrists. He looked up to her, "Please, no..."
She just smiled, "Looks like dinner is served..."
 Calmly she grabbed her struggling victim and opened her mouth impossibly
wide. He screamed as she mercilessly stuffed him in head-first, gulping
hard. Her chest extended as she slowly swallowed her prey, enjoying his
taste. Her tummy began to swell as her stomach stretched to accepts its
long-awaited meal. His wriggling feet were last to slide into her eager
throat, and with a satisfied smile she laid down on his bed so she could
peacefully digest her meal.
 Rubbing her bloated belly, she felt her prey still moving inside her stomach.
It felt good to feel him struggle inside her, desperately trying to escape,
but only succeeding in stimulating her digestion. He screamed and trashed
wildly as she released her digestive acids over him. Slowly, the movements
in her stomach ceased, and the huge bulge in her belly began to shrink as
she digested him as food. After a few hours, she stood up, her tummy flat
and empty once more.
 "Mm, for a spammer, he didn't taste too bad!"