You’d rather go down feet-first

“I wanna watch you eat me,” you say. “Feet-first, please.”

“Mmm - sounds good to me,” Mina says, cradling your body in her fingers and pointing your feet toward her mouth as she licks her lips. Your legs kick and squirm almost involuntarily with excitement, so she uses her fingers to immobilize them. “Now be a good boy and hold still. You’ll be inside me real soon.”

You moan as she hungrily chomps your legs, her lips and teeth gently squeezing your thighs just above the knees. Her tongue laps at your calves and shins, pushing your feet between her molars for some gentle chewing.

“Ohh Mina,” you moan. “This feels so good.”

Mina smiles at this. “I’m glad you like it, food.” She says, giggling to see your member perk up as she calls you food. She then tilts her head back, her tongue guiding your feet to her throat for the first swallow. Your legs begin to slide into her rubbery throat.

“Onnng” you gasp as her tongue begins lapping at your backside.

“Mmmm” she says, not really able to say anything else with a mouth full of you.

She then presses on your shoulders with her fingers as she gulps again, swallowing up to your waist. Her rubbery throat easily accommodates your pelvis, alleviating any concerns you may have had that she’d be able to get you down.

Still, this doesn’t appear to be a very comfortable position for her, so you try to relax for her as she prepares for the next gulp.

She swallows again, pulling your chest and head inside her maw. Only your arms are still outside her now, and she playfully chomps them with her rubbery front teeth before gulping again. Mina’s incredibly flexible esophagus stretches around your shoulders and pulls you in, inching you into the darkness of her body.

A cascade of cool citrusy liquid begins to flow around you as she chases you with the rest of her drink. This helps expedite your trip, and soon you slide past her thumping heart and into her soupy, humid, rum-scented stomach.

Overcome with arousal, you explode into the darkness, adding a bit of extra protein to the soupy mess of cocktails and whatever she ate for dinner. As you finish, you sigh as you sink into the soft bathtub of muck.

“Wow! I could feel that orgasm from out here,” Mina laughs. “I guess you really do like being eaten, don’t you, Jack?”

“Uh-huh,” you moan, still reeling from the aftershocks as you relax in the warm, frothy pool. “That was fun.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she laughs, apparently able to hear you in her stomach. She must have one of those intracom devices installed. They’re all the rage on the predator side of the voraphile community, according to those voraphile magazines you absolutely do not read nor know anything about.

“Anyway, let me know when you’re going to do that again,” she says over the intracom. “I wanna get it on video.”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll— wait, what?” You sputter.

“You know, for my — Oh, silly me,” Mina says. “I forgot to put the lights on before swallowing you. One moment.”

You hear a faint click, and the chamber illuminates with bright light. You look up to see tat the light is coming from an electronic gadget — about the size and shape of a medicine capsule — that’s been hard-wired into the roof of her stomach.

“I like to document my little conquests,” she says. “That’s why I splurged on the deluxe intracom, with the camera and everything.”

“Ah,” you say. “So you have, like a photo album of guys you’ve shrunk and eaten?”

“Photo album?” She laughs. “Nah, I livestream them on my _Photogram account. _ Speaking of which - why don’t you wave to the camera and say hi to my 30,000 followers?”

Your heart sinks like a stone. Thirty thousand followers are watching you digest?