“Fine.” You say, relinquishing everything. “Just eat me quickly.” The girls cheer and Ashby grins like a Cheshire cat. Without saying a word, she removes the opposing team’s jersey from your chest and slams it down on the couch next to you. You expect her to remove the rest of your clothing next, but surprisingly she seems to plan on keeping it on.

“See you on the other side, friend.” She grins as she moves her face right up to yours, as though she were going in to kiss you. As she opens her mouth, though, she opens wider and wider, and her lips encircle your face. The girls ooh and ah as Ashby seductively works her mouth over your head. Not wanting to embarrass yourself with screaming, you remain silent, but begin to cry a few silent tears as he mouth engulfs you. You feel her tongue run along your cheeks, tasting the salty tears as she savors your sadness.

Ashby doesn’t cope with your wish to be eaten quickly. In fact, she seems to draw out the swallowing to show boat for her eager girlfriends, one of whom has pulled out a camera cell phone to begin recording the swallowing. Ashby slowly runs your neck and shoulders into her maw and seductively wiggles you back and forth as she stuffs in your arms. Where she will spend the most time is when her lips are wrapped around your hips. While your shame is covered by the blue jeans that Ashby left on you, you’re pretty sure that everyone can see the massive hard on that she gives you as she sucks that area down. You wonder if Ashby will even taste or notice the climax you’ll have once you’re inside her throat. Eventually, even your feet disappear into Ashby’s mouth, and your body is never to be seen again.

This is met with wild cheers from the girls, who had just gotten a twofer; seeing their team win and seeing a boy go into their friend’s belly. They all come up to inspect the huge bulge you make in Ashby’s stomach, giving her a cute gut that extends under the bottom of her jersey.

“What do we do now?” One of the girls asked. You can still hear their conversations from your muffled prison inside of Ashby’s stomach.

“That’s obvious.” Another girl responds. “We wait for her ‘Troy Troy’ to become her poo poo!”