Roland would look at Rachael pleading to him. He would smile, and then bring his hands together. He would then seem to almost dive at Rachael's mouth, who is still on her knees. She would be rather surprised, cause he aimed for when her mouth was open. Even more surprising is that he would seem to have fed himself to her, rather forcefully. So much so that his legs would be up in the air and the only things outside of her throat. A bulge already being seen as his hands and head and upper chest were within her stomach in seconds. She would swallow him down all the way again instinctively. Her stomach now full of Roland again.
"Wh-what! Roland why? Do you actually want to be food for me? I know I ate you last night cause you asked me too. I know you love being in stomachs and the sensation of being eaten, but do you want me to digest you?" Rachel would question to her stomach with Roland seeming to shift around within, causing ripples of her skin.
"Rachael, being in your stomach last night and just now made me realize that you are the one I want to digest me. So please, make me your food. Take however long you need to fully digest me. Be it weeks to months. I know what you have done, you told me." Roland would respond from within the fleshy prison. Rachael's stomach would appear to give gurgle of acceptance.
"If you wish then. I am glad you chose me for such a thing. Even over Mira, who you have been in a lot from what I heard." Rachael would say, her hands moving over her stomach now in a soft and tender manner.
Roland would be digested over the course of a month. Rachael taking her time every step of the way. Roland would slowly lose consciousness about two weeks into the ordeal, when he would become really soft, with parts of him having already gone into Rachael's small intestine. Rachael would love every second of it, her stomach gurgling the entire time.
