You shiver as you bring the latest bite of food to my lips, glancing behind yourself to see if there’s anything left. I watch you with an expectant smirk, smacking my lips in an exaggerated gesture, knowing that eventually, we’re going to run out of food.
You’ve still got three more plates to go through, but after that it’s your turn.
Your little heart must be beating out of your chest at this point. I can certainly smell the mix of fear and excitement rolling off of you in waves, making my eyes dilate and my mouth water. You’re going to be a much better meal than any of this food you’ve been feeding me in a desperate attempt to stave off your fate, i just know it.
“What’s taking so long?” You jump at the sound of my voice, nearly dropping the plate you are holding. I open my mouth and point, giving you a good view of my throat. “I’m still hungry~”
You say that you’re out of food, shifting nervously back and forth. I grin, leaning closer to you. Every instinct I possess tells me to consume you, to devour you whole, to keep you forever as mine.
You close your eyes and take a few ragged breaths as I run my tongue over your face sighing at the taste of you. You don’t resist as I open my jaws and pull you in, getting a good long taste of your flavor.
I pause, savoring the moment, and then I tip my head back, swallowing. You wriggle a bit as you are forced down into the tight, slick confines of my throat, arms pinned to your sides. Somewhere beneath you, my stomach growls - closer than you hoped.
I pull you in further, purring as you begin to struggle a little at the reality of your situation. A the last of you makes its way past my jaws, I lick my lips, looking down and watching my stomach bulge out as you make your way, inevitably, down towards your final destination. You settle in my gut, mumbling something inaudible as the stretched walls around you groan under the weight - already beginning to work at you.
I grin and rub at you, groaning in satisfaction. You were an excellent meal. The best kind, that leaves you with that smug, content feeling of fullness. I’m looking forward to the afternoon spent relaxing, watching my body do what it does to the things I put inside my stomach.
Now a person, later just a lump of food inside of someone else’s gut. I’m going to enjoy every second of this, are you?