This story is a continuation to "Mind of a Witness" and contains Vorare (Endomatophilia, f/m), large breasts, awesomeness, and is not complete.
I slowly climb down the tree, my body feeling as though it were made of jelly. Though, ironically, I will soon to be just that; nothing more than matter in her stomach to add to her voluptuous form. I excited and fearful, my body shaking from both. My life is about to end, but what an ending I am about to receive. My foot touches the gr