By: vormon
The situation has changed, however slightly, and you're furthering scientific knowledge by your actions. It's probably not going to be the most comfortable event of your life, but the sooner this experiment is over the better.
Reluctantly, you offer this suggestion to Katie. As you expect, she readily agrees to it, beaming at you as you quickly collect the supplies Carly asked you to bring. She seems very excited to eat you; you must look a lot tastier than you feel.
"Alright, sit on this table." Katie directs you to the table she's taken a seat by, "Mmmm... You look absolutely delicious. You should probably take off your clothes too..."
A minute later, you're now sitting on the table naked. The room's a bit breezy, and the table itself isn't terribly warm, not to mention you're feeling slightly self-conscious with Katie's eyes so fixed on you, especially considering you hardly know this girl at all. After ogling you for a few moments, she continues her directions.
"It's very simple. Just slowly lower your legs into my mouth, and as more of you slips in you just slide off the table a little bit at a time. Take it easy." Katie rubs her stomach. "I've got to have him in me; I just hope my tummy can handle it." she adds more quietly, then loudly again "Whenever you're ready."
You don't have a lot of experience feeding yourself to girls, but it seems like it shouldn't be much of a problem. As directed, you feed your legs into Katie's mouth, which now yawns open beneath you. Tightening your grip over the notebook and contraptions that you're bringing with you, you continue to lower yourself. You can feel Katie's hot breath and slimy esophagus on your bare skin as you do so, and much as you hate to admit it it's not altogether an unpleasant experience.
Up until this point, you were being swallowed as fast as Katie herself could manage, but as she gets higher you get slightly... distracted. With your hands occupied, you don't have a very way of steadying yourself, and when you find yourself slipping off the table there's nothing you can do to stop yourself. Entirely unlike your previous experiences of being devoured, Katie's muscles almost seem to impede your entry, yet gravity forces you through regardless. You have only time to ensure that you keep your grip lest this entire endeavor be for naught, then your chest is following your lower body into the tight wet tunnel. Instinctively raising your hands above your head, you take one quick glance at Katie's gut, marveling that most of your body is already contained in that fleshy globe, before Katie actually gulps. Moist darkness envelops you, and although your hands are still outside for a few moments longer the deed is mostly done.
It is at this point that you start to suspect something. Even as Katie's mouth closes over your hands, most of your body still feels tightly squeezed by her throat. Now that you actually consider it, your feet have strangely failed to run into anything remotely resembling Carly. Sure, they've reached some sort of fleshy barrier, but you would have expected to run into Carly first, especially considering the lack of space. It takes a few moments for you to puzzle out what's happening, but when you feel hands tearing the supplies from your hands right before a mouth closes over the fingers that Katie had already swallowed, you realize what has happened. Too late to struggle, you curl up as best as you can inside Carly's stomach.
There's a gulping sound from above, and a thin wire drops down. "Sorry about that." Carly says. Although it is difficult to hear her through the device over the tinny sounds of Katie's stomach, and the more proximate ones of Carly's own, you can make out what she's saying on the first try. "I need my space. Thanks for the supplies."
Before you can respond, your toes, which have occupied Carly's belly the longest, start to tingle very faintly. You recall that Carly hasn't drank the potion.
