I come home from work worn out and intensely hungry, talking to you in a distracted, indulgent POV. I change into snug, comfortable lounge wear and immediately focus on making myself a big, messy salad. I am careless, relaxed, and fully absorbed in feeding that craving, enjoying every bite without paying attention to anything else around me. What I do not notice at first is you, reduced in size and trying desperately to get my attention from the table. You choose the worst possible moment to climb onto the plate just as I start piling everything high and coating it in dressing. I keep eating quickly and messily, completely unaware of the chaos happening so close to my food. Midway through, something finally feels off. I pause, confused, and realize what nearly happened. I lift you free, startled and apologetic, checking on you and talking softly as I process the situation. I explain that this hunger makes me reckless, and that there really is nowhere safe for you when I am like this. As I rub my stomach, I calmly talk through what comes next. Being with me is the only way to keep you contained and hidden. I lean in close, letting you see my mouth, teasing you with how full I already am and how little space there is left. I take my time, enjoying the power and the inevitability before making my choice. I take you in slowly and deliberately, then return to finishing my meal as if nothing unusual has happened. Later, relaxed and satisfied, I stretch out on the couch, showing off my body in tight clothes, rubbing my rounded belly and smiling to myself as I unwind, thinking about how you are settling in while I enjoy the rest of my evening. vore, same size vore, pov, giantess, female domination, mouth focus, belly fetish, soft vore, internal holding, messy eating