Home from the hunt and I’m admiring my figure in the mirror and how I can’t wait to fill my hungry belly. I can’t believe how easy it was to get you right where I wanted you and turn you into the ultimate feast for the evening. I remove my skin tight black dress to reveal my flat stomach and red lingerie. I get down to the table where you wait. A big meaty meal just waiting for me to sink my teeth into. I tease, taunt and lick you. Then I start to tear into your tender little body. Transforming you from human to a compact meaty meal was the best decision I made all night. The only way you were getting inside of me is by being digested. I feast, I tease, and I belch loudly. Rubbing my greasy hands on my bloating belly. Once I’ve finished you off, it’s time for bed. I take a pop up with me and try to wash you down further but with each and every belch, it appears to be a cry or scream for help from within. Did you ever think when I leaned across that table and whispered in your ear “Lets rest together at my place” that this how you would end up? HA! Fool!