"Are you really gonna digest me Mira?" Roland would ask from within. Mira would hear him, though a little muffled.
"Yes Roland. You are now my food, my meal, my prey. You are to now be digested and absorbed by my body. You are going to be the nutrients for our child." She would start to rub her gut as she moves to her bed, slowly taking off her pants, panties, shirt, bra, socks. All to the floor. Only one task on her mind now. Digesting her friend entirely. The thought alone really turning her on. She would get on her bed, her gut hanging low, and move it so she lays on her side.
Roland would feel like he is being tossed around when he finally feels it stop, being now on her bed. He then feels a hand come over him from the outside. Mira, slowly rubbing and caressing her belly. Something Roland would do when she ate someone. Missing how he did it, she did love doing it herself. She would then focus a little as the acids would pour into her stomach even more. Gurgling would start to sound from it. Roland still not making much sound for some reason. She would then say...
