You're too eager to wait. You need to be in her belly and you need to be in it now.
"Appetizer, please," you say. "I don't want to wait any longer."
Sharon, still standing at the table's edge, is shocked by your compliance.
"Geez, weren't you being all whiney a few minutes ago? Now you're ready to jump down her throat. Men these days, I swear," the fat bellied server whines.
"Don't be so hard on him," Alice says, reaching for a serving dish of butter. "My breasts have that effect on men. My first tiny was my boyfriend. He was all nervous about it to but the second I flashed him a little cleavage he was already in the booth. It's like magic."
The buxom beaut takes a second to remove her shirt, letting those fleshy orbs hang free. Her nipples are as thick as your thumb and an inch long. The droop under their own weight.
"Yep, so many silly men couldn't resist these babies. My boyfriends, roommates, even my own brother couldn't resist! And with each meal they've fattened my girls a little bit and made it a little easier to lure in silly men like this guy here," she explains, tapping on the glass.
You don't really notice as you are too transfixed on her breasts. She raises the glass and plucks you from the serving tray. With her free hand she slices a bit of butter from dish and begins to lather your entire body. By the end of it you're absolutely coated in that grease. But you don't mind. You're just waiting to be eaten, after all.
Without even a parting word Alice pops you into her sticky mouth. You are swished back and forth in that dark, saliva-ridden place. Her soft-but-firm tongue works you over, greedily licking every bit of butter from your body. Its like a full body massage that overwhelms you; before long you blow a hot sticky load onto her nimble appendage.
It is then that Alice takes the final step, sucking you down her throat with a powerful swallow. You are pulled down into that moist and dark passage. It squeeze and smashes you as you uncomfortable drift down, down, down. After about ten seconds you tumble into a much larger chamber and land into a murky pool of who-knows-what. The liquid tingles painfully against your skin. It must be stomach acid, you surmise.
That's when it hits you. You're going to die. Your nothing more than a piece of meat to this fat woman. Out of sight of her amazing chest, their hypnotic powers have waned. You don't want to go out like this! You panic and begin to slam your fist against the stomach walls. Through the layers of muscle and fat you hear your captor giggle maniacally. She's enjoying your futile efforts.
The sound of more splashing catches you attention. Spinnig around, you notice a large hunk of meat has entered the stomach. It hits you that there's only one safe way out. You're going to have to climb the food swallows and make you way up the esophagus. Does it work?
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