He'd bitten off more than he could chew, almost literally. Slurped more than he could swallow might be more accurate. It occurred to him that there were worse ways to die than choking on a beautiful woman. Still, he'd rather live to slurp again.
 
He'd spotted her on the dance floor, a set of glorious curves backlit by flashing colored lights, undulating to the music. Desire shot through him like an arrow, and he knew he had to have them in his mouth.
 
From there it was a matter of practiced routine. Offer to buy her a drink and work a little sleight of hand to slip something into it. Maintain her interest with teasing conversation just long enough for the drugs to kick in.
 
"Are you alright? Here, lean on me, let me hail you a cab." From there it was simplicity itself to bundle her into his car and drive her home. HIS home.
 
He undressed her, and laid her out on the bed. She wasn't unconscious, but the drug was strong enough that she moved lethargically or like someone trapped in tar. He wondered if she was even aware of what was happening.
 
Naked her curves were even more thrilling. He couldn't help himself, he ran his hands up her sides, caressing her thighs and hips and then pausing his upward quest to squeeze her voluptuous ass. She shifted under his touch making inarticulate sounds. He skimmed a hand reverently over the rise of her belly and then arrived at last at the most magnificent pair of breasts he had ever beheld. If her body was a temple, this then was the altar, and he was desperate to worship at it. He brushed over her breasts with his finger tips and rubbed the rosy nubs of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He slipped a hand under each perfect mound and hefted them, enjoying the soft, warm weight of them. He squeezed them, pressed them back against her chest and kneaded them back and forth. He began to imagine what they would feel like in his mouth, their texture, their warmth. His mouth began to fill with saliva and his stomach roared.
 
He knelt at the foot of the bed. He'd known it was going to be a challenge getting her in and he was relying on gravity to help. He could have lubricated her. He had butter, chocolate sauce, various homemade dips and relishes he had on hand for that very purpose, but he didn't want to dilute her feminine flavors.
 
As he positioned himself, she tried to roll over, but it was easy to subdue her weak movements. Knowing it best to start small and that it would be easier to get the rest of her in if part of her was already pinned in his throat, he pulled her arms above her head and slid them into his mouth. He caught the faintest taste of strawberries (no doubt from body spray or lotion) and was glad he'd forgone the lubricant. While he enjoyed the flavor, he didn't linger, allowing himself just a quick taste as he fed her arms into his mouth, pushing her hands to the back of his throat where he swallowed them down. Feeling her hands pinned in his throat gave him a thrill of power. Her forearms followed bit by bit and then her elbows, which brought him, at last, to her head.
 
The texture of hair wasn't his favorite, but the variety of flavors couldn't be beat. The taste of her shampoo was lovely. It too tasted of strawberries, but fruitier, stronger. His nostrils flared and he breathed deeply as he pulled her in. Next came the delicate, perfumey bouquet of her makeup. He slid his tongue up either side of her face to better sample it, prompting her to jerk weakly against his hold.
 
Finally he arrived at her shoulders. Working in shoulders was always one of the hardest parts. It required slow, careful work, cautious stretching, and planning. The drugs helped, keeping her limp and pliant. Even so, getting them past his teeth was a problem. The rest of him was stretchy enough to accommodate almost anything up to his size, but his teeth and jaw only went so far. When he finally felt her shoulders slide over his teeth to the much stretchier area beyond, he closed his eyes in relief.
 
After all his effort, it was time for his reward. He saw the delicious mountains of her breasts before him and he couldn't wait. He pulled them towards himself with eagerness. He opened his mouth wider in anticipation, and then...she got stuck.
 
His jaw creaked painfully as he fought to open it just a little bit more. Perhaps he should have used a lubricant afterall. Maybe strawberry jelly. How was it he'd had the skill to get her shoulders in, but managed to get stuck on her tantalizing rack?
 
He longed to have those perfect pillows in his mouth, to be able to suck on them, to gently press them against the roof of his mouth, to run his tongue over her nipples. But there they were, right in front of him, just out of reach. A whine escaped his throat and He pressed his teeth just a little into flesh soft and yet firm in a way that was difficult to describe. He'd heard people refer to them as peaches, but that wasn't quite right. Melons, completely wrong. Marshmallows were too soft, and sweet in the wrong way. Steamed sweet bean buns? No, he knew the perfect analogy. Mochi, a soft but taut skin stretched over the promise of sweetness.
 
With this thought his mouth overflowed with fresh saliva. It proved to be just what he needed. He pushed past the pain and stretched his jaw just a fraction more and then, with a mighty tug and a good, hard swallow, her head was pulled down into his throat and the freshly saliva-slicked skin of her breasts scraped over his teeth and slid at last into his eager mouth.
 
This was enough to finally waken her to an awareness of what was happening, or at least the peril that she was in. The drugs still weighed down her limbs, but her movements were no longer aimless, but instead clearly intended to free herself. He liked it better this way. He didn't want to battle his dinner, but a little fight was nice, and it wasn't as if it would do her any good. He moaned in pleasure, finally able to indulge himself. He licked, squished and sucked to his heart's content, her struggles adding something extra to the experience.
 
When he had finally satisfied each of his desires, it was time to finish his meal. After his near asphyxiation he went about bringing the rest of her inside carefully, deliberately. First he gifted her breasts to his throat, swallowing them down with a fond farewell and then guided the rest of her writhing torso in bit by bit. He loved the feeling of each new squirming portion of flesh passing into his mouth even as his throat closed over the last one.
 
Soon enough he felt his stomach open as her hands, arms and then head slid inside. He shivered in delight. She was still squirming weakly, and the movements only added to his gratification. His stomach grew heavy and began to press against the skin of his belly as little by little she disappeared into his gullet. By the time he got to her knees, the drug was clearly wearing off as her struggles gained strength. It was much too late now though. She was already far too deep inside of him. The alternating pressure of her kicking legs against his lips and tongue did nothing more than provide a little texture. At last there was nothing left of her outside him but her helplessly wriggling toes. They tickled ten lovely trails as they slid down his throat, finally joining the rest of her.
 
Once she was all the way inside and the passage to his throat sealed irrevocably behind her, the muscles of his stomach squeezed her with three rippling contractions, a preview of what was to come. He ran his hands over the distended skin of his belly, pressing in here and there to feel her futile pounding and kicking from both sides.
 
He sighed with satisfaction, He was full almost to the point of pain, but he wasn�t about to complain. With a mighty huff of effort, he pulled himself up from the floor and onto the bed. He laid back, still cradling his massive gut, and felt the first rumbles that announced the start of digestion. Soon, the sensation of her frantic flailing was indistinguishable from his stomach's own churning as his guts went to work, producing a sweet liquid lullaby of whines and gurgles, sloshes and burbles and singing him off to sleep.