You crawl towards the croc, indicating head and hands first, which the croc approves.
But then, the croc dives underwater.
"Huh? Why'd you?" you asked, then noticing the croc surfacing a few feet away. The croc motioned for you to follow, and you do, crawling all the while, on hands and knees. Soon, you reach a fork in the road, and the croc stops. You approach, in a crawl, and the croc nods its head. Then, it opens its jaws, and rests its mandible on the sand. "You want me to crawl onto your tongue?" you ask.
The croc grunts in a way that seems to confirm what you were thinking.
You smile. "Alright."
You slowly crawl onto the crocodile's tongue, and then you position yourself to where your hands and head would go first. You basically curl up into a ball.
You're basically about halfway down the tongue to start with, when it flicks its head upwards and you feel weightless for a split second. You begin to slide deeper inside, about four feet from the back of the tongue as you go back inside.
You start to have an orgasm as you realize that one or two more flicks and you're inside, deeper than you could ever hope to escape.
The jaws begin to pull on you, trying to get you inside that much quicker, and in the process, the tongue slides in and out of your vagina, making you release vaginal juices, which make the crocodile flick its head up again, but this time, you went out and up high before going back in, and now you're right up against the throat valve. It clamps its jaws shut, and pulls you until you go through the throat valve and into its gullet.
Mucous coats your face and body as the flesh presses against you in every conceivable place. As the crocodile opens its mouth, your toes can be seen following you past the back of its tongue and into its throat as its muscles work you down. You can hear a gurgling sound below you, telling you that its stomach is more than ready to accept you as its meal. Then all of the muscles constrict around you and suck you deeper. You can feel your hands and arms passing through a fleshy opening and into a softer, less constricting chamber. The muscles rhythmically squeeze and pull you deeper until you completely spill out into the beasts stomach, where you lay flat on your abdomen like a good cooperative meal.
The stomach itself now massages over your entire body working bile and gastric juices all over you. It smells overpoweringly of fish, but you get used to it after a while. You can't help but to get aroused at the shear helplessness you feel within the beast. Plus your pleasure center seems to be getting overloaded while you digest. This combination eventually brings you into a never-ending chain of orgasms, one which only subsides when you finally pass out for the last time in the digestive stew.
As for the crocodile. Well, lets just say that it thoroughly enjoyed eating you for dinner. After swallowing you down, it found a nice spot to sunbathe and digest you properly.
