You find yourself in a situation you never thought you’d be in. You’re tied up, watching as I apply lube to your feet and legs. You know what’s coming, but you have no idea what it’ll feel like.
I sit back on your toes, feeling as the cold lube presses against my hole, much like you I can’t wait for what’s about to happen. With a push and a sigh, your toes and the front of your feet slide up into my asshole with ease.
By this point you realize I’ve been stretching, and as you watch your heels and ankles get swallowed up with ease into my ass you realize you’re not making it out of this alive.
I clench, and your shins start to disappear. Your feet have pushed past the second sphincter in my intestines, and enter my descending colon.
 With a soft moan I work you in to your knees, my stomach is bulging out at this point and you can see the bulge travel up just below my ribs. You have no idea how tight it’s about to get for you as I work my way up your thighs.
In just a few moments I’ve devoured you up to your hips, as your cock slides in you begin to grind against my insides, by this point the crushing tightness begins to set in and you realize how unpleasant this trip will be, yet you don’t care as you inch closer and closer to climax.
 With a tight clench your abdomen slides in, sucking the air out of your lungs and forcing you to cum far sooner than you wanted. As the reality of the situation sets in you realize you aren’t going to make it out alive, and you begin to squirm.
It’s far too late of course, as my ass wraps over your arms and chest you take a strained breath, it’s going to be one of your last.
 I savior the last moment you’re in the outside world, letting my ass relax around your neck softly rubbing my belly, engorged with its meal in the form of your desperate squirming body. And finally, you watch as my insides swallow you up.
 It’s not as tight around your head as your chest, your intrusion inside my body has left my intestines gaping and groaning. You can still feel the cool air of the hotel room against the top of your head, and you can see the light of my phone as I take the last photo you’ll ever star in. Your feet have long since pressed into my ascending colon and into my small intestines, and the traces of acid left from my last meal begin to sting. You feel something press against your head, but can’t tell what it is, and it’s just enough pressure to force your head past my rectum, sealing you in forever and leaving me a gaping moaning mess.
 I lay there in bed, in complete bliss at the mix of agonizing pain and pleasure from my stomach being so heavily stretched, I turn on the tv and begin to browse channels, occasionally poking and prodding at my stomach as I feel you slide deeper into me. Of course I have a stomach ache, but it was so worth it to feel you deeper inside me than any man has gotten.
 As your knees pass into my small intestines, I lay on my side and fall asleep. It’ll be days before you’re digested enough for me to walk again, but I made sure to get this room for a week. Good thing you don’t need money where you’re going, isn’t it?