Your naked voluptuous body glistens as you caress it lovingly awaiting the next succulent repast. Your new assistant glances at you half admiring, half apprehensive you may go back on your promise. So she decides it best to spring into action.
"As a confirmed carnivore, I will let you in on the a couple of things you must know to get the most pleasure about devouring your fellow humans. The first is that males taste terrible. That is why we went WE only all those years ago. And there is little fun in how they go down your gullet or how they feel once in there.
The second is that just as the taste of the meat you cook is in the fat, the taste of the woman is in her breasts. When it comes to vore victims: the more the meat, the bigger the treat," She follows your eyes to her bountiful pair and with a nervous smile continues.
"Indeed, a plump-not fat-young woman with a rack of melons larger than DD is the most scrumptious meal you will ever have, and we have two students will LOVE to get deep into your tummy. For not only will the taste of her tits be exquisite, but feeling those soft pillows of meat slide down and then fill up you stomach will be orgasmic! And you should take the time to let your juices devour them slowly, they are like ice cream melting inside you."
Your head is swimming in joy. You order her to get these two taste treats up to your office.
"One at a time, or will you attempt a double play?"