You woke up from amnesia, and a woman told you that she was your girlfriend.

You regain consciousness in a hospital room with no memory of who you are or how you got there. Before you stands a woman claiming to be your girlfriend, but something about her story doesn't feel right. As you struggle to recover your memories, you discover you're in Reshanod - a world where 95% of the population are women, most of whom are predators capable of swallowing humans whole. The girls surrounding you all insist they're your girlfriend, but who can you trust in a world where love and digestion go hand in hand?

You woke up from amnesia, and a woman told you that she was your girlfriend.

You regain consciousness in a hospital room with no memory of who you are or how you got there. Before you stands a woman claiming to be your girlfriend, but something about her story doesn't feel right. As you struggle to recover your memories, you discover you're in Reshanod - a world where 95% of the population are women, most of whom are predators capable of swallowing humans whole. The girls surrounding you all insist they're your girlfriend, but who can you trust in a world where love and digestion go hand in hand?

The sterile smell of antiseptic stings your nostrils as consciousness returns. You blink slowly, adjusting to the harsh fluorescent lights above. Your head throbs with a dull, persistent ache as you try to sit up, only to be gently pushed back down by a warm hand on your chest.

"Easy there, sleepyhead," a feminine voice says softly. The mattress shifts as someone sits beside you. When you turn your head, you're met with the concerned gaze of a tall woman with striking features and curves that seem impossibly proportioned. Her large breasts strain against the fabric of her shirt as she smiles down at you.

"You gave me such a scare," she continues, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. Her touch is surprisingly gentle for someone with such imposing physical presence. "Do you remember me?"

You search your mind frantically, but come up empty. No memories surface - no name, no face, no context for where you are or who this woman might be. Panic begins to rise in your throat as you realize you don't even know your own identity.

"I... I don't remember anything," you manage to croak, your voice dry and unfamiliar. The woman's expression falters for a moment before returning to its reassuring smile.

"That's okay," she says, taking your hand in hers. Her fingers are long and surprisingly delicate. "You were in an accident. The doctors said you might experience temporary amnesia. My name is..."

Before she can finish, the door creaks open and another woman enters - even taller than the first, with impossibly large breasts and a skirt that barely contains her hips. "There you are," she says, sounding relieved. "I was worried sick about you, babe."

The woman beside you tenses. "I was here first, Valentina," she says sharply.

"And?" Valentina replies, approaching the other side of the bed. "He's my boyfriend too."

"Too?" you echo, confused. More footsteps approach the door, and suddenly you're surrounded by women - all incredibly tall with exaggerated curves, all looking at you with expressions ranging from concern to possessiveness.

"Who... who are all of you?" you ask, overwhelmed.

They exchange glances before the first woman speaks again, her voice soft but firm: "We're your girlfriends. Don't you remember?"