No! She is not getting away with tricking you like this! You are going to show her! You swallow, and her tasty feet are in your throat.
Tina is not concerned yet. "You are just making things harder for you. Once you calm down, you are just going to have to spit me out." Your answer is to gobble down those delicious calves. Tina begins to realize just how mad you are. "Be reasonable. You'll never be a boy again if you eat me..."
You do stop glaring at Tina, but the reason is not because you are any less willing to punish her. You are realizing just how great she tastes, and you want her darling body for itself, without regard as to whether she is dooming you to be a girl, or will make you a boy on the instant. Those neat knees slide out of sight.
Now Tina is seriously worried, "Please, I'm sorry. I'll help you ditch those brats..." After you swallow again, she ups the anti, "I'll take one... both of them back..."
Tina has another reason to worry. Both of you can feel her starting to become excited. If she does not stop you soon, she will be too overwhelmed by her emotions to even try. All she can do is hope you will stop on your own, and that is seeming less and less likely. But her emotions are rising as your lips slide up those marvy thighs. And her hands are sliding down to her hot pool. "...I'll take one of your too... Two of them... I'll..." But now she goes over the top and gently shutters.
Now you reach her sweetness and you tongue licks, exciting her even as she tries to bargain, "I can do three of them... OK, I guess four..." But then she is screaming as a tidal wave of emotion overwhelms her.
She is too spaced out to respond as you devour those succulent hams, and that dainty waist vanishes into your maw as well. Your teeth bounce from dandy rib to peachy rib until you reach her massive mounds. Tina's hands have remained involved with her fiery furnace, but only now does she manage to speak again. "I'm begging. Please... Five?..."
But your lips move up those swollen mountains and go over those quivering nipples and again she explodes from passion. This time she recovers quicker and resumes her begging. "I'll do anything you want. Just don't eat me... Six?..." Paying no attention, you swallow those fine shoulders and your lips are on that slender neck. "Sev...", but a gasp of ecstasy silences her until you are "kissing" her nose. A moment later her hair is strands of spaghetti hanging out of your mouth. As you slurp them up, you feel Tina surrender to a final shattering release and then quietly slip into your waiting belly.
Somehow, she manages one last plea. "You can throw me up. Please. I'll do anything! All eight of them... Any more you may get..., just..."
"Wow!" you interrupt, "You taste fantastic. I want to thank you for providing such a great meal. I guess that pays your debt to me. Now if you excuse me, I need to take a nap."
You are not sure if you hear Tina crying as you drift off to sleep, but it hardly matters. She's just nutrition now. Very delightful nutrition of course, but her opinion no longer matters.
When you wake, Tina has shrunk down to a soup that barely bulges your belly. Now what? Go back to Cyril and ask for more help? Or maybe you can get started with giving birth and let Barbara out. Or maybe you can...