As you open the door, you are hit by a lass trying to leave. Both of you end up on the ground, but you are the one who was ready to eat somebody, and she is the one who is still groggy from waking, and from the load of drugs she tried last night. So before she can do much, your hand has closed on a dainty foot, and shoved it into your maw.
Not sure what has happened, she tries to get to her feet and run, but with one foot already in you, all she manages is to fall on her face, and bring her other foot within range of your hand. A second later, the 2 are together and you are staring at her pretty little ass as you start swallowing her legs.

You are almost up to her knees by the time she realizes what is happening to her. She tries begging for you to release her, but seems to realize already she is doomed. Indeed, when you are finally finished with those lovely legs and starting to work on her snatch, she abandons all efforts to escape and puts her hands to work trying to get herself off. With both of you working at it, it does not take long, and only a little long to have her come yet again.

Fun's fun, but she is breakfast, so you start work on her hips and then on her torso, all delightful. You feel your tongue reach, and then start caressing, her jugs. This seems to be what is needed to get her over the top, as she climaxes twice more. That is enough to keep her quiet as you devour her head and then force her into a ball for digestion in your stomach. So inside to feed Lizzy breakfast.

Lizzy has not managed to digest all of last night's mammoth feed. The girls inside seem to be mush now, but there is a lot of much still there. She is not hungry. However, the nurse said she had to eat girls pretty regularly for the baby's sake, so you start the machinery to bring her breakfast in bed, a black lass who is of course not interested in being food, but also of course is helpless in the chains and can only dangle, with her feet right in position for Lizzy to swallow.

Except that Lizzy is not interested. "I want Chinese!" is her comment, and the fact there are no Chinese girls in the larder does not change her mind. She wants Chinese, and only Chinese.

You had heard that pregnant women get these strange notions about food, but you hadn't realized you might have to deal with such insanity. Now what to do?