Teresa Mayhouse was the biggest, most beautiful woman you had ever seen. And you were about to become her dessert.
 
Her butler had approached you with the offer. Mason was a friend of yours from college, and the two of you kept in touch occasionally. When he called and said he wanted to ask if you "were interested in a work opportunity", you couldn't refuse.
 
"So," the eagle had said, sitting across from you at the coffee shop, "you know the stories I tell about my boss. She can be . . . gluttonous. But she's looking for some new treats to savor, and I know you're into that sort of thing.
 
"You in?"
 
So here you were, standing naked in a dining room, watching an enormous drake shove food down her throat. Mason calmly kept the feast going, placing down dishes that were rushed from the kitchen--just fast enough to keep up with her appetite, at least for now.
But then, a dish was a second too late, and instead of reaching for the pie that was placed in front of her, Teresa grabbed Mason and lifted him to her mouth.
Your jaw dropped as she stuffed him inside, legs first. Seeing your expression, Mason winked down at you and said, "Don't worry. Happens all the time," just as she sucked all of him inside, and swallowed your friend. You watched his bulge travel down that draconian throat, and join the food in her enormous gut.
 
For a moment the drake sat there, panting. Then she looked down at you. "You're my dessert?" she asked.
You blushed. Her tone seemed judgemental. Were you not enough for her? "Yes, that's me," you answered cautiously.
 
To your relief, she licked her lips, staring at you with greedy hunger. "I always like fat little piggies," the drake said, wiping her mouth with her arm. "They slip down nice and easy."
 
With that, she grabbed you from around the waist--talk was a waste of time, it seemed--and lifted you to her lips. She opened her mouth, and you saw in full view that beautiful forked tongue, dripping saliva, and looming throat. You only got to glimpse it for a second before she shoved you inside, head first.
 
Her tongue explored your body ferociously, and her lips sucked every ounce of flavor from your body. You'd been handled by predators before, but never with such primal force. You moaned with pleasure as she slurped you up.
 
Another swallow, and your head was down her throat, your legs leaving the outside world and entering the drake's maw. She lapped them up like candy, licking and prodding every inch of your body like her personal plaything. Then she swallowed again, and all of you was in her throat, slipping ever downward.
 
With a [i]pop[/i] you reached the stomach, slipping inside and landing on top of a massive pile of wet food. "That you?" Mason's voice called, muffled by something. "Don't worry--after we digest, she'll get out the regeneration machine. Invested a pretty penny in that thing, after all--she's gotta get some use out of it."
 
You heard the dragon belch outside, and the stomach growled around you. The air was starting to thin, and you lay down on the wet food, absorbing the sensations around you: the rumbling belly, the sinking pile below you, the dragon's burps.
 
That was your world as everything faded to black.