Gad, Lizzy looks so tempting right now. For all the complaints your stomach would make, you still really want her inside you. Dessert may be bad for you, but it tastes so good...
However, it is going to be hard enough to travel all the way to the House packing 2 lasses. 3 would just tucker you out. So...
"Would you mind giving me a shoulder to lean on, and we can get this meat home?"
Lizzy complies and you waddle on towards your room. The 2 lasses inside add about 250 lbs to your weight and that is a lot of trouble to carry. Even more trouble is resisting the constant urge to add another 100 lbs to that by pulling Lizzy to your lips.

As you get within sight of the building, the temptation is getting to be too much. You call for a break and the 2 of you sit on a bench outside. There you explain your need to feed, and remind her she has eaten you and should return the favor, now.

After thinking it over, she says "I'm sorry, but..mmph." This last is caused by you grabbing her and giving her a big kiss, one that includes both jaw and nose as well as lips.
Lizzy is quite to react tho. Before you can do more, she ...takes off her glasses and puts them on the bench.
What?? Well, you don't object of course, but why?
Well, there are ladies out there who refuse to say yes no matter how much they want to. So if you ignore their protests, they can be quite pleased with the results. [A rather dangerous game since it's durn hard to tell in advance which will sigh and which will cry.] So maybe Lizzy is protesting only for form's sake.
On the other hand, she has seen you devour 2 lasses and knows a novice like her is not going to stay out of your belly. So keeping her glasses from being damaged is a priority.

However, your priority is eating and you keep at it. Lizzy's head is soon making its way into your throat. You need to pause to widen your mouth to take in her shoulders, but one creamy shoulder and then then other adds its taste to your tongue.

An advantage of face to face is that your tongue is in position to do more. Lizzy makes only feeble protest as it starts work on her delights. You pause for a bit to savor them. She tastes just as good as you were hoping. Then it is time for them too to squeeze into your throat.
Lofting a lass into the air so she slides down may not be necessary, but it is fun and so you grab Lizzy's hips and heave. As her legs flail she faces a straight path to your stomach and her back passes your eyes as you watch her descend.
You stop as her hips get close and make sure her hands will be able to reach her vitals. Lizzy tries to resist this. Possibly she has been told nice girls do not touch themselves down there. But she has little ability to resist now.
Then your mouth widens to get those hips in and your tongue can have its fun. Lizzy puts up even more resistance to this, resistance that eventually comes to an end with a vigorous climax [her 1st ever?] As your tongue wipes off her juices off her, you feel her hands move into action, working her up to another climax.
This doesn't happen until only her feet are sticking out of you. They wiggle quite vigorously as she gets off. Then of course, you swallow a couple more times and she is crowded into the belly between the other lasses [who don't allow her entrance to interrupt their argument].

Now comes the time of regret of course. How are you going to get all that meat upstairs to your room? Well, one does what one must. So you stagger a few steps, rest, stagger a few more...

Coming up the stairs is even worse, but eventually you are at the top of the stairs and can see your door ahead. So just a little longer and you can rest...

But you still have a ways to go when Franky opens her door and spots you. Noting Lizzy's glasses in your hand, she accuses "Ah ha. You ate Lizzy, didn't you. Well, come in here and we'll get her out." She grabs at you and pulls you into her room.
It would be easy to resist. Indeed, her ability to move the 4 of you if you just don't help is minimal, but the sight of Franky has kicked in your appetite again and so you assist, with daydreams of sticking that braid in your mouth and just keep swallowing until you have an even more massive belly.

Franky, it seems, has not noticed your desires. She is instead looking in all directions for something. "Where did I put that?...Ah, here it is..." She turns away from you and leans far over her bed to grab a bottle, exposing she has not bothered with underwear today.