"Is there really a difference? I'm going to end up in your belly anyway."

"Perhaps not much, but a lot of girls have their preferences. Some get scared of the dark and want to be able to see as long as possible. Others find it scary to see a hungry mouth moving up their body. All sorts of reasons. I'd suggest you just lie on your face and I start with your feet, but it's up to you."

"Well, it is nice of you to give me a choice."

"It's selfish actually." Heather responds. "If you panic and start struggling, you are going to get gravy and stuff everywhere, and I'll be here for an hour cleaning up. That's another reason for not drownding a lass in gravy. Just about nobody can keep completely still and the more gravy you put on the meal, the more she can splatter all over the place.
"Anyway, if you get your choice, you make less fuss, which means less mess for me to clean up."

"Well, it's still nice of you. And I'll take your advice." With that, you hop off the counter, and lie down on the dining table. Heather applies a little gravy and herbs to your back side and rubs them in, in particular into your hips, a process that you suspect has little to do with eating, but decide not to complain about.

You turn your head to watch as Heather takes your feet in hand and tastes your toes. "Delicious. You are going to be spending so much time in my stomach..." And then she starts sending you there.
Maybe the gravy is partly responsible, but her lips on your body are very sensual. You are quite enjoying her attentions to your calves. But then her attentions reach higher up...
Her hands reach up to the apex of your thighs and start to caress your most sensitive spot. For a moment you are just shocked, and then for a moment you consider how to tell her not to, but before that moment is over you can feel your excitement building, building until you explode massively, leaving you unable to object to much of anything.

Reviving, you see Heather is making good progress in reaching your hips. She is right about the gravy at least. It's splattered over most of what you can see of her. And judging by her expression, she is right about your taste too. And she wants a special taste too. Her tongue is vigorously licking at your damp need. She grabs your arms and places your hands on your bush. Obediently, you put them into action, working your way to the top, and over.
Heather continues to swallow, your hips now out of sight. And her hands are still active, switching to your sensitive mounds. Her touch inflames them, and you feel your nipples hardening. In the meantime your own hands are caressing your womanly center. The result is a climax, and then another, even move powerful.
This time when you wake, your head is the only part outside of her maw, a situation that quickly changes and you are back in the darkness again. As you settle into Heather's belly, you shutter with joy one last time.

As you relax, you feel Heather moving around, presumably cleaning up things. "Now you just digest in there."

"Digest? But ... you... I..."

"You don't remember what the nurse told you? You will reform in the nurse's office. No problem. I'll take an extra shot of medicine just to be safe."

"But..." But there is nothing you can do expect digest. So you end up going to sleep, and are relieved to find yourself in the nurse's office again.

Stumbling out, you wonder whether to hurry back to Hisa and Heather, or to check out what your own room is like. You should get good relations with them. But you do need to find out what your own quarters are like.