Ezme looks down at you, assessing your words. Eventually, she speaks. "Continue." the calm command slipping easily from her lips.
With a jerk, your legs are hoisted upward, a wet squelching sound emanating from them as they disappear into what you guess from the angle must be Ezme's rear.
"What the hell! I said I wasn't going to annoy you!"
"Your defiance was annoying."
Ezme turns away, a bulge forming in her abdomen as more of your legs are dragged inside. She walks calmly toward her desk as your body disappears under her dress, the tendrils pinning your arms to your sides so that you are barely able to struggle. She bends to sit down, just as your shoulders are tugged into her shapely rear and she plants herself on your face, pressing it into the hard seat. She wriggle her hips in temporary discomfort, but then your head is shlurped up after the rest of you and she can sit normally, with you now trapped securely in her bowels. But your journey doesn't end there, the tendrils dragging you steadily further through sly slick undulating tunnels of her gut until you are shoved out into a larger, but still constricting, chamber and splash down into a pool of tingling fluids.
"Ezme, please! I'll be a good roommate. I just don't want to be treated as a pet or something! I'm not just a meal, you know!"
