"Eat me."

"What!?"

"Just swallow me down into your belly."

"But..."

"But you are nervous because it is your first time. You have to start some time, and I can be a most considerate meal."

"But I'm not really a vore, at least..."

"Gia, you know you are, and you will only hurt yourself by denying it."

You continue to argue, but Rick supplements his points by climbing onto your bed, lying down on his back and extending his legs, his very tasty looking legs, out to you. In the end, appetite is a lot stronger than logic.
Getting down on your knees to take in Rick's feet, you are distracted when Rick calls "Catch". You don't, and the bottle hits you, fortunately not hurting. "Antacids. Have some." That's right, you are supposed to chug them. Looking at the label, you find the dose for a case like this is pretty much the whole bottle. Well, one advantage of being a vore is that it is never hard to take your medicine. You can just open up and pour in the bottlefull. A gulp later and you are ready to go
Well, sorta. And sorta not. In fact a lot not. You desperately wish you were about anywhere else. But somehow you can't get the nerve to say that, or even to suggest any change in the program. Weird. Rick is going to be totally helpless, completely at your mercy. Very soon he may be nothing but nutrition for you. And he is serenely relaxed, while you, the one that can damage him at whim, are scared to death, and will be following his orders despite his total inability to enforce them.
You start slowly, in the back of your mind wishing for failure. You would still be normal then. Anyone can open her mouth wide enough to take in a toe, or even five toes if she really stretches. But now Rick brings up his other foot and in goes another set of toes. That pretty much settles that hope. Only a vore could take in that much and still have lots of room for the rest of the feet.
And only a vore would find Rick so delicious. You hadn't noticed it at first, but now you realize Rick is the best meal you have ever had. You can't help swallowing, and swallowing again, putting his feet in your throat and his legs in your mouth.
Rick relaxes and leans back, correctly confident that now that you have started, you are going to get all of him down. You are fairly sure of the same thing. You are trying to think that eating somebody alive is a depraved and monstrous thing to do, but this seems like some really academic point, nothing of importance... Not nearly as important as eating these delicious legs...

But at the top of those darling thighs is something that at least gives you pause...