Squirm all you like, but there's nowhere to go but down.
You do just that as I slurp your legs into my throat, purring slightly as I get my first taste of you. I taste your legs thoroughly as you wriggle and scream - why are you yelling? No one's going to hear you and even if they did, I certainly wouldn't mind dessert.
I wonder what if feels like to you as I take another greedy, eager gulp, feeling the saliva dribble down my chin as I push you in up to your waist. Certainly slimy, that's for sure. But how does it feel to know you are food?
You're helpless right now. I am unquestionably stronger. There is only one way this is going to end, and it's with you tucked away in my belly, slimy and shivering in the unbearable heat as the slick walls close in around you.
I idly wonder what that feels like as I swallow you down further, putting a hand on my slightly swollen stomach as I feel your feet squeeze inside. You plead and thrash as I finish the job, purring with pleasure as you slip down my gullet and fill out my stomach.
I gasp for breath as the last of you is squeezed inside, letting out a massive belch as you try to squirm against the thick wall of muscle holding you in place. I look down at my belly, enjoying the fullness and pride of a satisfying meal.
I still can't help but wonder what this feels like from your end, . I've been told it's painful. Would you mind letting me know how it feels in there? It's not like you have anything left to lose.












