You approach Mrs. Armstrong.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I'd like to be your lunch." you answered.
"Are you sure?" responded Mrs. Armstrong.
"Yes." you said, "I'm serious."
"Get over here then." she said.
She grabbed your shirt and pulled it off, exposing your white bra. Then she grabbed your sides and shoved your face into her mouth. She started swallowing you. Your head quickly entered her throat and started sliding down toward her stomach. With some more swallows, your neck and shoulders slide in. She slurps up to your boobs and gives them a good lick. Your stomach slides off her tongue next and then she unzips your pants before grabbing your hips and pushing more of you inside. You start to fill up her belly and it grows on the outside. Some more swallows brings her to your knees. She swallows some more and you make a splash in her stomach acid.
"Thanks for the lunch." said Mrs. Armstrong.
