Nancy doesn’t take your comfort into consideration at all as she uses her arms to force your head and neck down and forward, directly into her opening maw. You go in easily up to the shoulders and are immediately disoriented by the sensation of having your head crammed into her throat. Everything is dark and your open mouth gets a taste of the rancid mucus and hot saliva collected at the back of her throat. You try to spit but it simply dribbles all over your face as the wet walls of her upper esophagus close in intensely, covering you with slimy spit. You pause here for a moment as she tries to work her lips around your shoulders. Once she gets past those, you know you’ll slide down easily with your thin frame into her wide mouth. The sweltering heat is indescribable. It feels like you’ve been wrapped in wet blankets and thrown inside an oven. Soon, Nancy works her lips around your shoulders, and your devouring progresses quickly.
You instantly lose sense of where specific parts of your body are as your arms get pinned to your side. You feel your head slide down deeper, but you can’t tell where the rest of your body is. You of course secretly hoped that she’d take some time sucking down your genital region, maybe run her tongue over your member incidentally, but by the time you realize it, she’s already swallowed you up to your knees. That’s when your erection disappears. This is not going to be a sexy experience… this is someone who simply wants you dead.
You’re reassured knowing that Rachel worked on this serum to protect you, and you’re confident that it will work, though. You calm yourself with the knowledge that this isn’t going to be your end here in Nancy’s stomach. You’re just going to have to bear the heat and pain and gross fluids for a few hours and then later, when she takes a shit this afternoon…
Your shameful erection returns, thinking of the tall, pudgy redhead squatting her pale butt over a toilet, grunting and squeezing your entire body out her tight asshole. You find yourself strangely anticipating your gross journey. Your feet leave her esophagus and you feel Nancy reorient herself as you begin to settle in in her belly. Rachel focuses the camera on Nancy’s now bulging stomach, exposed beneath her now stretched feminis t-shirt. She zooms in the camera so you can see the exposed part of Nancy’s tummy, pale and red with stretch marks, and if one looks very closely, they can see your movements inside.