It really does not take too long to decide. "I had better drink it in my room. I shouldn't be just dropping in on you without warning, and I will probably want some place private anyway."
"Probably wise," Jane agrees. "But what now? You are not done with your meal yet and I will taste better on an empty stomach."
You stare at her for a moment. Considering that everybody else had struggled desperately to avoid being swallowed by you, it does take a little getting used to Jane's casual acceptance of your digesting her. Of course, she is assuming this will just be a temporary condition and she will be fine soon enough. And now that you think back, a lot of your meals have really enjoyed being devoured. Of course, they didn't like the final result, but on the way down, they had often screamed with joy. A couple of them had even enjoyed the whole thing more than you had. Vore could be extremely sensual and Jane might be figuring she was about to have a very good time.
Come to think of it... Jane might be a pretty good time. She likely had quite a few inhibitions about sex, but under that granny outfit is a pretty hot figure. Heat that up a little and both of you could really enjoy things until you are ready for a snack. "I think I know a great way to pass the time..."
"What?? Jane asks innocently and eagerly, until you wrap her in a more than friendly hug and give her a passionate kiss. Her first reaction is surprise and she only seems to get the idea when your hands start to roam. Then she breaks the kiss [but not the hug, tho she tries to get a little distance between you and her], "That's ... That's"...
"A whole lot of fun." you finish for her. "You will enjoy it, greatly." Jane does not look so sure of that, but you do not give her much chance to form any objections as you plant another kiss and your hands begin to caress again. Those louts you rescued her from would likely claim you are doing exactly what they would have done, which shows how dumb boys are. True, you are not making it at all easy for her to say no, but she can manage it, at least if she really wants to. Which brings up the more important point. She doesn't really want you to stop. She may much prefer boys and have a horror of doing it with a lass, but somewhere way down in her, and every girl, is a spark of willingness and all you have to do is give it the right fuel.
One piece of that right fuel reveals itself indirectly to you. Your roving hands reveal that Jane's ample breasts are not hampered by a bra. "It makes it easier to decently eat me." Jane explains, "I don't want to be one of those sluts who are eaten in the nude, but if I wear undergarments, they take everything off before swallowing me. So I leave off the undergarments and they can swallow me with my indecently exposing myself. You'll eat me that way, right?" Jane seems to be almost pleading. Figures Jane has a phobia about nudity. Her outfit may not qualify as a tent, even when most of the girls you have seen are starkers, and casually so, but it is still big enough for two girls.
"You have a lovely figure that should be visible and admired," you protest, "but if you like, we can do everything undercover, so to speak." Not the answer you would prefer to make, but it makes Jane relax and not resist your advances. Of course, all that cloth is still quite a barrier, but it is merely a delay and the hint of a smile more than makes up for that.
Still, it is a definite annoyance to have to slip past the cloth to her sensitive area, and without exposing any girl while you are doing so. But now you get an idea. That skirt and blouse can hold two girls, so why shouldn't they? Ducking down to the bottom of her dress, you slide your head between her legs. For a moment, Jane protests, but you assure her "I'm keeping my eyes closes." and for some reason you don't think you understand, it does assure her and soon your lips are touching her most guarded place while your hands reach up to her swollen mounds and caress them. Soon those little nubs are erect nails and then she explodes overwhelmingly, fainting with what is likely a large smile on her face.
You keep your efforts up and she wakes to find her emotions building to another outpouring of ecstasy. Technically, it is not as large as the previous one, but when you emerge from that dress, it is to a smiling lass. It is also to a stomach that is as close to empty as you want it to get. So... "Would you like to go in head first? Or feet first?"