"Franky's just got to see this. She's been so worried about me. It'll only take a minute..."

A minute for women can mean an hour for you, but what can you really do?
Well, you suppose you can force your way out, but having gone to all the trouble to get here? Besides you are tired enough to need a little rest anyway. What can really go wrong?

You feel Lizzy lumbering out the door. An annoying process from your view. It's hard enough for anybody to move around with all that extra weight, and Lizzy is both small and inexperienced. So you are not surprised at suffering several bumps and jerks. But it is still a bother.

Fortunately Franky's room is right next door and Lizzy is quickly waddling in, yelling excitedly about her success at vore. Franky is quite pleased too and you are in the inside of a number of kisses and hugs, as well as Franky rubbing Lizzy's extended belly.
They talk of course, and you more or less ignore their chatter, until you hear Franky offering Lizzy some digestion juice...

"I can't do that.." Lizzy objects. She doesn't sound nearly as firm in that opinion as you would like.
"You have to digest someone. So why not him?"
This sounds like your cue to explain your many virtues, including all your efforts to bang... er, teach her to vore. Franky is sympathetic, but points out you are just a boy, and the rules do require she digest somebody. And you are already in her belly...
Fortunately Lizzy is not convinced, yet.