"No." Stephen declines. "I have some room, but I might cause Kattie a little trouble if I ate her now, and I want to walk Anne home. Now if you would like a room..." There might be some debate about how much Stephen is insisting on another course to his dinner and how much he is allowing Cassie to decide if she wants to be eaten. However the point is academic as Cassie gets up and sits on the table, and smiles as she extends her legs.

Stephen gets down on his knees and opens his mouth, and closes his eyes, an action that meets with Cassie's approval as it prevents his looking up her legs a good deal further than a boy should. "Ooo, he's a keeper. You should make sure you don't lose him Anne." Anne has to admit Cassie's advice may be well founded.
However, right now, Cassie is being converted into calories. Her trim legs slide into his mouth, and then his belly, until his lips reach the apex of her legs. With her dress blocking the view, Anne and Kattie can't tell exactly what Stephen is doing to Cassie, but it is clearly meeting with her approval. From their own experience, they assume his tongue is making delightful contact with her most secret place. Cassie's sigh of release confirms their opinion.

Of course, watching is not considered proper, and the two girls clean up the room, or at least pretend to, as Stephen continues to delight Cassie. They make no sign they notice Cassie going over the top again, nor that they can see Stephen's hands moving up her body and caressing her magnificent mounds. Of course Cassie's thick coat makes it hard to notice much unless they look entirely too close.
But they don't need to listen to hear Cassie's next scream of joy. Her climax just burns her out and her arms and head just flop around as Stephen finishes his meal. She does not wake before her hands are swallowed. Nor is she conscious when Stephen finishes gathering up her clothing. "I can drop these off at her house." he mentions.

"Thanks" Kattie says "I sometimes have problems getting her garments to her. Hope you all enjoyed yourselves." Technically only Anne and Stephen are in the room with her, but the comment is meant to cover the lasses in bellies, and to some degree, they will get the message.

Anne and Stephen take their leave and start walking to her place, without any assurance that Anne will actually get there. She would be far from the first lass who ended up being eaten on her own porch after being walked home. Nor would she be the first to not be sure if she feared that or not.
She is sure being eaten by Stephen is superior to being gobbled by some random stranger she might meet as she walked. Not that there are many people out at this time, and not that many of them have food on mind, but one of the disadvantages of being a lass is that one's plans must always allow for being eaten without notice. Obviously better if she can have some control over when.
Even better to have control over who. Tho she had talked with several boys who didn't see why it made much difference who digested a lass, but even when the result is physically the same, it is not at all the same.
Now one might think she would want control over if, but Anne feels no such need. She has a duty to be eaten, and it's a very pleasant one. Why would she want to do it less often?

But this time, she reaches home, and will be sleeping in her bed instead of a belly. After a little agony over whether Stephen deserves a kiss or not is resolved against him [a decision taken well by Stephen since it seems likely the decision will be different next time], she is inside and reflecting that today had been fairly good.