Thousands of victims are stuffed inside My bulging belly. I feel them writhing, squirming and struggling. If you come close and put your head against it, you can hear all their individual screams as they painfully and miserably break down inside of Me. The agony they must be experiencing excites Me. My engorged stomach wobbles with the weight of all the bodies of My vore victims, but I have just enough room for one more. Caressing My curves, teasing you with My tongue, it is all foreplay before you join the rest of the helpless prey in My crowded belly. Once inside, you’ll be met by chaos. Hundreds of limbs and bodies tangled and intertwined. You will join them in a slowly melting mass. Hopes, dreams, lives and souls all perish inside Me. This power I hold over you is absolute. My greed is infinite. I will never stop stuffing Myself. No matter how full I get. No matter how many bodies I digest. I will always crave more victims.
