grasps the worktop with both hands and squats down facing you.

"You've heard what the female preying mantis does to her partner after sex?" she says to you archly, adding triumphantly, "Eats him! And there's only one place you're going now lover boy!"

She parts her lips slowly at first, then with what seems a huge effort her jaws distend as her mouth suddenly gapes very wide. Her nostrils flare open and her eyes narrow as her facial features are distorted by her gaping maw. You stare fascinated into her glistening mouth, noticing that saliva is dribbling down from her uvula and her tonsils are pulsing as she breathes in and out. Finally you gaze down past her tonsils into the darkening pink and then blackness of her gullet.

You're oblivious to the mayo and ketchup running down your body.

Softchurn briefly closes her lips again and tosses her hair back.

"Just one choice for you now, Luke" she breathes. "Wanna be swallowed feet or head first?"