Staring up at the ceiling, you try to calm yourself as you feel Mira’s tongue licking at the soles of your feet, and her mouth moving upwards along your shin as you begin your long descent down her throat. It’s probably just as well you can’t speak with the apple in your mouth, it’s all you can do to maintain your composure even without having a last minute opportunity to beg. You feel hands clamping down on your own, holding them in place, almost the moment you have that thought, and see Carrie and Alexa standing to either side of you, watching you as everyone else watches Mira.
Working her way up to your thighs, Mira unfolds your legs and pulls you closer to the edge of the table as you feel your feet press against something wet and stiff, and then pass through into a warm, airy space. Hot goopy liquid sloshes about, covering your feet, and you feel a sudden burning sensation that starts slow but rapidly builds.
You start to squirm and moan and struggle as Mira clamps down tightly on your legs, Alexa and Carrie on your hands. You’re starting to try biting through the apple, ready to beg, any thoughts of a dignified end vanishing from your mind, as you hear aunt Hannah blurt, “Ooh! We forgot the antacids! Here Mira, let me try to work these in…” she says, slipping a couple of tablets into Mira’s mouth between your legs as Mira awkwardly tries to swallow them without getting you any further into her stomach.
“I’m sorry Maxie, you looked so good on that platter I guess we just lost track…” aunt Hannah says, rubbing the back of your neck with one hand as the tablets sink into Mira’s stomach, and you feel the burning sensation become less intense. After a moment you calm down, still shuddering from the pain and fear, as Mira resumes swallowing.
Your legs follow your feet and begin to bend, almost like you’re starting to kneel in her belly. When Mira reaches your hips, you feel her tongue probe along the inside of your thighs, finding your cock as Mira looks up at you. Meeting your eyes as she begins to lick, you stifle a moan and feel your cock come to attention as Mira continues. Whether an act of some perverse affection, or just an apology for forgetting the antacids, Mira seems determined not to allow you to progress until you’ve cum. Your face is burning worse than your feet now, as you can’t stop yourself from moaning lewdly at Mira’s attentions. Surely everyone knows what’s happening, but you only hear snickers and giggles from all around you, and looking around you see hardly any males present, just Oliver and Wyatt, and Uncle Ben grinning and giving you a thumbs up as Mira began to work more enthusiastically. The rest must have left, rather than watch you be devoured.
You hold off for a few minutes, but can’t continue with Mira’s tongue gliding along your shaft like that, and you cum across her tongue and straight back into her throat as everyone but Wyatt and Oliver clap and cheer. You’re panting when, looking back down from the ceiling and into Mira’s eyes, you see them sparkle; and with a sudden gulp, you’re pulled entirely off the table, held aloft in Mira’s jaws as you sink up to your torso. Two more gulps bring you in to your shoulders, your hands still free and held by Carrie and Alexa as you gaze into Miranda’s face from barely a foot away.
You can feel and see your lower half bulging out her stomach. Mira’s belly spills out of the slit in her dress now, just below you, the outline of your legs visible in her stomach as they shift to one side. You can feel the warm and sticky flesh of her stomach pressing tightly against your feel and legs. Whatever gooey slop her earlier food has been reduced to still sloshes about, coating your feet, legs, thighs, and even your cock. It may not still have the same caustic burn that you first felt, but it was hot, and thick, and uncomfortable.
Madelyn enters your vision, bending down behind Mira and removing the apple from your mouth, whispering “Swallow these” before placing two pills in your mouth. Pressing a bottle of water between your lips before you can question it, you let Maddie pour and swallow as she stops, shivering and looking around at all the women around you, smiling and watching.
Unable to find any words as you look down at Mira, who waits patiently before finishing her meal, you just nod your head shakily. And with that final gesture you disappear from sight as an enormous gulp sends you plummeting downwards, sliding through the dark, wet, slimy confines of your cousin’s gullet until you reach the dark, wet, slimy, slightly less confined space of her stomach.
