Softchurn puts her hand on her hip and laughs. "Well,I think you guys deserve to see where you're going!" she smiles, sashaying over to the couch, her ample breasts bouncing up and down.

Softchurn slides over to you along the couch and winds one leg around your body, then the other. She sinks her ass down on your knees. You are suddenly aware how much taller, how much bigger generally she is than you. Her head bobs above yours and her long red hair falls down around your face.

She looks down. "We really have got to get acquainted as quickly as we can because you'll be seeing a LOT of me very very soon. Don't worry, I've done loads of these scenes. Fact is, I started the vore film business five years ago. Now I own this studio and I've got six other girls working for me doing films. I just do a few now and again to keep fresh and give me new ideas. Gotta have vored over 200 guys in my films, so i know what I'm doing. You just relax, get used to me and how my body is." Softchurch takes your hand and presses it to her stomach. "Feel my belly. Plenty of room for you there. This is going to be just so much fun for us both, you know" she beams.

You run your hand over her belly. It is gently rounded but feels quite tight; she obviously works out. As if prompted, her stomach rumbles loudly.

Softchurn giggles. "I never eat anything on the day when I'm doing a vore shoot, and neither do any of my girls. Don't think it's fair to the guy I'm eating, I mean swallowing". You note the hasty correction. "But it does mean I get real hungry by round this time. So, I'd prefer we get this thing done quite soon if you don't mind, dear. Do you want to ask me any questions?"

Just one, you say. "Um, how many of the guys you've vored, er, make it to the other end safely?"