The bright eyed, young man, well dressed and armed with pamplets and a holy book stood back from the door that he had just confidently knocked on. It was his first day going door to door and he was very confident he would at least be let in by a handful of people today. The early morning sun was casting a greater confidence over himself than perhaps the groggy faces he had so far encountered would justify, but he had faith.
 At this particular house, he could hear the creaking of floor boards before the door opened. He was about to begin his spiel before realising he was looking at the chest of a woman. A tall, rather heavily curved woman. A woman who was barely covered in a bedrobe of some kind. Hurriedly, with a blush covering his pale face, he quickly looked up at the woman, who looked down at him with some bemusement.
 "Good morning, madam!" He beamed, having regained his composure, "Would you like to talk about the Good News!"
 She seemed to consider him, her eyes slowly tracing their way up and down him, before nodding.
 "Sure, come on in..." she stepped to the side, leaving the way open in for him.
 He almost didn't register that she had invited him in, almost about to apologise, "Oh! Why thank you, madam!"
 As he walked inside, he missed the large woman look out onto the street both ways, as if looking for people, before she closed the door behind herself. They walked into the living room, the space dim from the still closed curtains.
 "Please, take this seat," she instructed him.
 He noticed it was a strong looking chair, curiously with no arm rests, but a high chair back, but didn't make comment on it, instead thanking her. As he sat in the chair and turned to face his new host, she straddled his lap unexpectedly.
 "Excu-" he barely managed to exclaim before she pressed her weight down and against him hard, burying his face in her incredibly generous cleavage.
 There was a brief and very one-sided struggled as she thoroughly wrapped herself around him, her thick thighs around his waist, with his wrists trapped against his sides and her arms wrapping around the back of his head and shoulders, smothering him quite comfortably. He squirmed under the large and practically naked woman, the bedrobe almost a cape at this point.
 He looked up at her with a confused and shocked face, though only his eyes and forehead were exposed. So tightly did she grip him and so shocked he was by the erotic nature of his entrapment, his face was flushed red and his pulse pounding in his ears.
 "Mmmmfph?!"
 She looked back down at him with a dark look, a mix of contemplation and annoyance, before she slowly licked thick lucious lips and asked, "Do you think people really appreciate being woken up early on their day off? Really? Well...I figure I might...have a use for you."
 He squirmed some more, feeling an unintentional arousal building up in his trousers. One that she definitely felt, which ellicited a smile from her.
 "Oh darling, I'm flattered, but that's not how I plan for you to fill me up."
 Before he could even attempt a muffled question, she squeezed and smothered him tighter, holding him in place for what seemed like hours as his vision became foggy and his limbs grew partially limp. With his brain half asleep, it took him a while to realise she had gotten off him and started to strip him, before a darkness seemed to approach his face.
 Too late, he realised that somehow her maw was stretched so wide that she was about to engulf his face. He was about to scream before her lips wrapped around most of his face and a thick strong tongue shoved its way into his mouth to silence his cries. She grabbed him firmly by the elbows as she slowly worked her mouth down his body.
 With slick and strained gulps, her neck bulged to stretch and swallow the young man. Muffled pleas for mercy and escape echoed dully from her body. Soon she shuffled her way back onto her massive sofa and hoisted him entirely above her head. Assisted by gravity, she made quick work of engulfing the missionary into her now stretched belly, the struggling outline of the young man obvious against her naked gut.
 Free of her constricting esophagus, he called out to her, "Why are you doing this? How can you commit such evil?!"
 "Well," she began with a shrug, "Because I can. And because you woke me up, and I didn't even get to have breakfast, so you're making it up to me."
 "Y-you cannot be seriously trying to eat-ouch!" He flinched as he could feel the line of acid rising up his naked body.
 "Oh I am, you're not the first and certainly not the last person I've eaten in life," she confirmed with almost sadistic casualness.
 "G-god will save me!" His panicked yells became more desperate by the second as he wrestled and struggled in her increasingly burning and acrid stomach.
 Dropping her voice dramatically low, with an evil chuckle, "Oh sweetie, right now I'm basically the only god that matters...and I am not saving you..."
 The acids rose up to an intolerable height upon the missionary, his cries finally and literally drowned out by the vicious fluids of her stomach. The thrashing visible through her skin grew more and more frantic...until there was no noise at all.
 As the struggles subsided, she patted the gurgling mass that stretched out her belly, which was now rounded and smooth, no trace that it was the remains of a human bubbling away anymore. She let out a sustained belch, waving away her breathe after she was done.
 "Was that a bit much?" she asked herself, before shaking her head, "Nah, he shouldn't be knocking on peoples' doors so early on a Saturday."
 Shuffling herself to get more comfortable with her newly added mass, she settled back onto the couch and fell into a deep contented sleep.